god forbid i should bore you with all the little details.

if you asked me two years ago if i thought i would be addicted to meth in the future, my answer would have been a "fuck no". dont lecture me. i fucked up, so be it. things happen, people change and life moves on, etc. etc. i found all of my journals from the past two years. reading them is an unbelieveable timeline. from me being totally against ( Read more... )

im begininning to slowly put the pieces together. its like a car accident that happens too quickly. you cant stop it, you cant think about it, you just have to lean back and watch as everything changes forever.

im the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

now that i stopped doing drugs, im a lot less apathetic then i was. i mean, before i hated every single one of you and i didnt care and i was like, "fuck you" and i liked hurting peoples feelings. that was all just because i hated myself and what i had become. now, all i want to do is buy peoples presents just to see smiles and care and go out to ( Read more... )

i don’t think I would ever blow my head off. I’m way too fucking stubborn or proud. i forget which one. one thing I am not is weak. someone told me once, a chatty friend of mine, that the ultimate form of courage is suicide. to take that last step over the edge of the tenth floor window or stay in your car long enough to let the fumes take effect ( Read more... )

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i dont want to put all of my eggs into one basket, but i hate having to carry all these eggs around. im sick and tired, (literally) and tired of being sick and fucking tired all the god damn time. i hate it when boys give me that one look, because i just cant help falling in love with someone who gives me the look. im going through an atomic war ( Read more... )

all i know is that i drink way too much and on saturday my blood was all over the house.

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