I seriously think I am throwing my life in the garbage, but sadness has eaten the last bit of awareness I had left in my brain and I discovered a profound love for drugs…. So I guess after the strong tides I’ve tried to swim through, it’s time I float on this raft for a while, just for a little bit. It makes me feel secure. I still see my dream island far in the horizon, but I need rest. I’ll have to start swimming again soon if I don’t want to be carried away on an unsafe shore. But for now, I am just enjoying myself.
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Aaahh, druuggzz. I was never much of a drug user when younger, but the allure of them is quite tempting now for some reason. Seems it’s gotta be preferable to be stoned/high than dead. Basically. A case of really not having much to lose. That said I’m still scared of getting too addicted…withdrawals from some of them is a way to add a fresh hell to what we have already. Plus ending up skint (broke). Think I just talked myself out of it…