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♛GRUNGE BABY♛

Fuck you for leaving. Fuck you for lying. Fuck you for being so confusing. Fuck you for making me sad. Fuck you for making me think I meant something to you. Fuck you.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

zealot

justdropithere

me-vs-my-heart

I wanna be laying on your bed with my arms wrapped around you with smiles on our faces as we begin to fall asleep and you giggle from the hair on my chin tickling your strong back. Instead, I’m laying on the dirty floor of some house I’ve not been to until now and it’s so cold with no one here beside me I’m shaking and I can’t tell if I’m freezing or if it’s all the meth and cocaine I just shot up to forget your name I thought I put in enough heroin to even it out but my chest has never hurt so bad. It feels like my ribs are cracking and the pounding of my broken heart beating against them. My heart just wants to run. Run away from the pain. I learned in health class in 9th grade that cocaine would numb me but it hurts so bad. The only thing I can’t feel is my mouth it is completely numb. I was never allowed to use it anyway. Keep it shut you are stupid and pathetic no one wants to here about you problems stop being so week. If I am so weak then tell me why after 2.4 grams of heroin, .5 grams of cocaine and a few cents of crystal meth all mixed together and pushed in to my veins as if I believed it would make me happy. I think dying would make me happy. I want some rest. I repeat this every day. The definition of insanity is to repeat the same thing over and over expecting different results. So, I guess in fucking crazy. Crazy in love with you. And if I never get the chance just know “I do”

prettypatheticpoetic

Posted this to the wrong blog. That could have been awkward.

#drugs #addiction #love #hate #death #pain #happiness #heroin #cocaine #meth #methamphetamine #hope #fake #sorry #suicide #help

a1dope

postcard-confessions

“I just want to go home.” Posted from the PostSecret website.

postcard-confessions

1628.) I'm running out of things to change about myself, and I still don't know who I am without you.

postcard-confessions

1629.) I want to kill myself but all I can think about is when to do it so that it's not an inconvenience for everyone else.

All these drugs but they are starting to feel like they are decaf.

#lyrics #drugs #late nights alone #midnight drives #depression #to many drugs

I don't know how in supposed to do this without boo I never thought something could hurt so bad. I was supposed to marry you and build us a house and provide for you and fix your broken drawers. I was supposed to make you the happiest and I miss you so bad I don't know how I'm ever supposed to recover when I'm drowning in pain and guilt and shame and anger when I use to drown in your love. I miss the way your hair smells and all your little corks like when you would get ready in the bathroom but always turn the lights off to do your hair in the dark you said it made it look better and I thought you were crazy but fuck you were the cutest thing id ever seen. I got to our spots sometimes and cry from the happiness of the memories I sit and chain smoke on the bridge we danced on under the stars we hold each other close and laughed as we stepped on each other's feet and now you're gone and I'm scared our paths won't ever meet again. I'm gonna love you forever babe. Please don't forget me...