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"I need a remedy-
of deisel and dice,
something I can taste, with a fix I can trust,
another high"
I am so fucking sick of being a "kid". And my parents suddenly deciding I'm just like my Dad's fugly neices. And that I'm very likely a druggie whore...or something. And friends of my dad (whom I've never met) "snitching"(spying? stalking? as if creepy-gary isn't bad enough??) on me. And being trapped in this sick house. It's enough to undo hundreds of dollars worth of prescriptions and therapy. I fully condone someone kidnapping me. I'm not joking. Really.
is angst and insomnia good for creativity,(of the lyrical sort) or bad? guess i'll find out when someone digs me out of this emotional hellhole and I reflect.
of deisel and dice,
something I can taste, with a fix I can trust,
another high"
I am so fucking sick of being a "kid". And my parents suddenly deciding I'm just like my Dad's fugly neices. And that I'm very likely a druggie whore...or something. And friends of my dad (whom I've never met) "snitching"(spying? stalking? as if creepy-gary isn't bad enough??) on me. And being trapped in this sick house. It's enough to undo hundreds of dollars worth of prescriptions and therapy. I fully condone someone kidnapping me. I'm not joking. Really.
is angst and insomnia good for creativity,(of the lyrical sort) or bad? guess i'll find out when someone digs me out of this emotional hellhole and I reflect.