i would rather b in any1 elses shoes right now. real talk. blood drippin from the arms, bottle of pills a foot away from my hands. the gun already loaded just looking for a quite place to just enjoy ur fucking death n not be bothered. wanna no where im at?, no socks, no shoes, all u own is n a bucket in ur car. no money, no cigs, no bed to lay ur head on, n home to cuddle on the floor. the people that raised u n hav been taking care of u ur whole life, want u out of ur only home waiting for ur death. my heroin addict friends would probably b too fucked up to even notice till their dead. i can get free drugs, but then i cant even enjoy my fucking high.
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Here’s an idea. Get free drugs, then sell them! That’s money one way. Not the best of methods since you could be busted by the cops.. But seems to me you don’t have much options at your disposal right now.
I am sorry.. I hear your pain, your hurt, your anger, and your feeling of abandonment.
pour it on me… mrslindseylambert@gmail.com