Nonsense
After four years of battling hell, I escaped. Yes, I had a few demons that followed me, but I killed them off with ease. I killed them off with too much ease, I shouldāve known theyād come back out of nowhere. Now out of the blue iām craving everything possible. I want 12 prescription bottles in front of me. I want two fifths of Jack on the shelf and a bottle of coke in the fridge. Yellows, blues, pinks, and oh my goodness, those lovely fucking whites. I want to live, and I know people say a drugged life isnāt one at all. But let me tell you, the sober, anxious, manic-depressive ālifeā iām ālivingā now, isnāt life or a form of living at all. 11/13/17 3:59am.














