Fuck that person named Carlos,with his ugly druggy piece of shit,waste of space,self.You disgust me,I spit In the mirror when I see you.Finally Always & Forever Fuck you Carlos.

A month In a half ago,I almost overdosed on pcp.I smoked two wet sticks by myself.I could’ve stopped on the first one but I didn’t feel high enough.That day I had the truck pretty much all day with my friends getting high,drunk and on wet.My friends and I smoked six wet sticks that day.I was pretty messed up driving and stuff but I could still maintain,even long drives on the freeway that night.I went back to the house.I was cleaning the truck and I saw that my friend left to wet sticks In there so I started to smoke them. After the second one I stayed outside lost as fuck cause I kept thinking I’m forgetting something.Then at times I’d forget where I was at.If anyone was outside that day,they’d see me as a wack job right now cause I kept pasting wondering what I was forgetting.I was so scared that If I closed my eyes I wasen’t gonna wake up that I actually called the suicide hotline telling them that I had changed my mind.I told them that I wanted to overdose but I change my mind,what do I do,I don’t wanna die.They told me call back when I’m sober.Geez thanks for the fucking help!!I wasen’t trying to overdose,I just wanted to get out of this world.I remember looking In the mirror but I couldn’t look at myself dead In the eyes.My heart was beating like crazy.I went outside and I told God please don’t take me,I’m sorry I won’t ever do drugs again.I went to sleep two hours later sitting down.Two days later,I smoked two wet sticks with my friend.The only reason why I smoked It Is because the person that we get It from robbed us.He didn’t take my phone but he took my friends phone and his money.He told me I had three seconds to get out of there or he was gonna start shooting at the truck.I slammed on the pedals and put my head down.I was like fuck this I can’t stay sober after what just happened.I have life gets better tattoed on my rib cage but does It really??Is this God’s way of saying you didn’t stay sober so this Is what you get.But life didn’t really changed.I’m still In the same shit.I wanna live but theres nothing to live for.Everyday I’m so fucking depressed.Everytime I talk to a girl I think of her,everytime I think of her I just wanna get In the shower and cut,cut,cut,cut,cut.Everytime I think of her I just wanna die.I’m not good enough for her,I’m not good enough for my parents.I’m a piece of shit.The truth Is

now looking back at It,I wished I overdosed.