ug ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i still think something is dead inside....... it's been so long since i have been passionate about anything that i just ....... exist.
i relized the other day that it had been 2 years since i had done any blow. i feel good about that.... but at the same time crave it . the smell of cigatettes on your hands five min after you have smoked. the rain. all smells of agitation that bring to my mind. nights alone flipping channels gram to the head. praying that the sleeping pill that i just took wont kill me and that i will wake up intime for school....... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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