Mad
All I can be is Mad. Mad that there’s a substance that makes you feel so euphoric that it just ruins your life and destroys everyone around you. Mad that there’s a #nodsquad. Seriously? #youretheproblem. #eatadick. Mad that this affects people who would never touch the shit because they care more about their family than themselves. Mad that your cat keeps looking up at me and crying. Mad that you’re too proud to let your pride go. Is this something you should be proud of? [I just want to pull you out of their apartment by your fucking ear and shame you.] Really? It’s just sad. Mad that I can’t do a fucking thing about it.











