he yells i can’t fucking do this every fucking day he yells i can’t fight with you in this fucking way i cannot keep this monster inside me at bay. you make me want to hurt you i will end up soon slipping too far away if we continue on like this i swear to […]
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Read More dopesickthis wrought iron planet is made up of styrofoam people. while *can you keep a secret?* has become a blacklight’s equal. too much sunshine brings us not enough rain. prescription fuled smiles are born of prescription pain. the siren screams out unheard and the ground sets it’s teeth knowing too many people are well within its […]
Read More the coming of winterit’s funny how this choice to better my life to do something right and good for myself ended with kidney failure in a dingy er at two in the morning after two solid weeks of miserable insufferable endless withdrawals (that still haven’t gone away) i want so bad not to give up the safety the […]
Read More kicking junk pt 2and i covet that feeling the nighttime butterflies in my stomach causing me to believe still anything is possible even at four in the morning sitting outside a desolate gas station knowing that the feeling will pass as it always does soon enough and will once again be replaced with the usual emptiness but while […]
Read More that feelingdon’t tell me you love me that will end anything good we might create.
Read More toxici am literally going to fucking die.
Read More kicking junkno one stays clean once they’re in this game and no one is innocent after they’ve heard my name
Read More no onelove is money for me a fast and sweet storm on my back. can you feel it? my hair through your fingers as you pull it hard my legs spread my small waist in your tight grip your hand shoving my face to the floor my nails scarring your back my jaw hit with your […]
Read More winterto tell you the truth every time i call out sick i’m actually in bed with a boy. every time my car breaks down i’m in bed with a boy. because i’d rather fuck than work.
Read More in bedi wanted to be okay alone but it turns out tar is really much better company than i am and it turns out so is lorazepam. i wanted to love myself but it turns out meth makes that quite difficult and it turns out so does blow. i wanted to be more talkative but it […]
Read More wanti have this new daddy now. daddy’s got money like you don’t and he’s got a dick like you don’t and he fucks me like you wish you could and he treats me like your heart wouldn’t allow you to and he doesn’t love me like you’ve tried so hard not to. my new daddy […]
Read More new daddyi am running as fast as i can with this fucking spoon gripped tightly in my hand every day is a little bit further every day is therefore a little bit closer my end goal is total obliteration. it’s lucky my spoon is so light that makes it so i can run faster. yet i […]
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the diary of a drug dumpster 
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