My money is all gone. My friends don't want to know me. My family disregard me. My job is at risk. My health has hit an all time low. Every time I pick up my pipe, my life changes for the worse. I smoke myself away, day in, day out. I can see the impacts so damn clearly, but I'm not stopping. That doesn't give me the push I need to fix myself. Nothing seems to be able to get through to me. I just kinda accepted that this is me know. People call me a junkie. That's okay. I am.
But however bad my life may be, I'm right when I say I don't see it that way. I like it. I'm content. I'm stronger and I have control over something in my life now. I crave the feeling of tingles from the rush, the spontaneous head spins, the power it gives me. While nothing is really OK, I feel like everything is.
Come here Pippy.. <3
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