Crystal shoots two pistols into my chest.. but I still get no heart attack and I live and breathe crystal meth.. she will be my death. I want it to end because it's getting to expensive to take care of my health. And I have nothing to show for it.. because shit shitty dope from Mexico has me feeling pretty low. And even with that biker crank.. those days were the best.. but it's still crystal meth. You can shower three times a day if you wanted to.. that's what I do.. and I stay hydrated but in the end.. I see my life fading. Everyday.. and my heart is the one that is breaking. Sure, I might be hurting God.. because he is my creator.. but I am the one that lives in the fucking flesh.. so I have to deal with the mess. Tired of hurting my self physically and mentally.. I feel so lost and retarded. Everyone making fun of me.. it's not voices in my head.. this people are evil and I just want them dead. Not like they care for me.. maybe the next shot will be the one that stops me from breathing.. I need healing!