Junkie Princess

That rush that comes up your spine, to the top of your head and pours all over your body, that warm, fuzzy feeling going through to each part of you body. The greatest euphoria in the world. The feeling thats worth loosing it all for. That I have lost everything for. Ive dedicated my life to heroin. Multiple overdoses, and flatlining twice didnt even change that. I want to die with a needle in my arm, so at least I can die happy. If I dont want to live anyway, I might as well just keep doing drugs until I die, right? If your still reading this, you might be as fucked up as me. So follow me, lets be friends, and we can be fucked up together. Ill be here for you, Ill give you advice, and I wont judge you no matter what.

[swagkillerfvck]

[eeverythingistakenn]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[fuckingdreamerandstoned]

[toriemelody]

[samsalamander]

[suck-s]

[ben-droid-deactivated20140105]

[consciousnikz]

It’s kinda scary to think how quickly I can go from being all about sobriety to only thinking about heroin and relapsing. This addiction really is a lot more powerful than I ever thought it was

(via sourr-patches-and-cokee)

[kittiethepop-blog]

"The thing people don’t understand about relapsing on drugs, is that it’s never about the drugs themselves. People who have never been addicted seem to think that addicts go back to substance use because of the high. It’s not about the high. Sure, maybe at one time it was, before the addiction....

[fillexcentrique]

[dazedxwonderland]

[quotethat]

Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground.

Sierra Demulder  (via 231895)

[comeclosersweetie]

[itheworst]

[nuharu-deactivated20140819]

[islamicbutterflies]

I don’t get help because I am the helper.

I’m sure I’m not the only person who can relate to this. You’re the friend who helps everyone, gives them advice when they need it, tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, and help them with their relationships even though you’ve never been in one yourself. But then the time comes around for you to be sad, for you to need help, and they’re not there to give it. Sure, sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. And then the next day they come to you for more help.

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship and I would feel out of place if I was. I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself rather than telling anyone or even anything.

[bluntlys]

This is literally my life everyday, everyday god damn day. I’m so used to helping other people I forgot how to help myself. It’s gotten to the point where I listen to everyone’s problems and try to help them with so much effort that I make their problems mine, completely oblivious to the fact that they’re not.

[unofficialsherlockian]

it’s just because I refuse the help, in my case. I’d rather be there for everyone all the time