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(I found this song on the internet. Hope u like it) It's happening more and more each day These drugs making my friends crazy I'm laying it down... Don't bring it around...
Day one and my arm is slightly numb, Thirty to go, none of them will be fun. Stomach churning, feeling lightheaded, Ulcers burning, nerves are shredded.
#sundayrepost. #depressionawareness. She's sitting in the bathroom. Alone and so afraid. Opening the secret box. She finds her trusty blade. She doesn't want to do it. But it's all she's ever known.
it's been two weeks. officially. 14 days. since I was last touched. touched sexually. 14 days. since the last time. the last time I got high. I miss it. I have some in my room. but I can't.
No more blood shed . No more secrets hid . Only emotions to flow . Though I wish to go . . No more tears cried . No more slices tried . Only thoughts explored . Though I feel ignored . .
This is it. No time to waste. Make my stand. Make haste. Can't look back. All the same. Doesn't matter. Who's to blame. Set a goal. Chase a dream. Stand tall. Eyes beam. Face the future. Full of fear.
She's sitting in the bathroom. Alone and so afraid. Opening the secret box. She finds her trusty blade. She doesn't want to do it. But it's all she's ever known. She finds a way to close the box.
Wow, my life really has become somewhat dramatic, but is it really my life, or the life of my best friend, who I used to live through but now I just want to shake my head at her.
I just met an ex alcoholic. He was out on a frolic. Having a fag before work. He'd been drinking that's a cert. He said to me 'I've been an alcoholic twice'. I smiled and said that nice.
Tonight a character in a novel called 'looking for Alaska' by John Green awoke me to a realisation, the line I read was 'Y'all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die', the realisation was that that's what...
I've decided to try to stop gambling...again.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you. I've been waiting for your call. I've noticed you've been crying, And, I've watched you pace the halls. Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
You shake with memory, your stomach churns. You drink from time to time - are drunk few and far between. You have a handle and hold it tight - two months away from two years clean.
Oh my. There goes another nine hours of my life. Spent idly browsing the endless status updates and mildly entertaining pictures posted by random pages. Click, chuckle, exit, scroll on.
Things I am going to miss. Now I'm no longer smoking cigs. You finish after a long hard day. You wish to blow your cares away. You light a smoke, they're on their way. Still fag I will not sway.
Broken Wandering My mind Left pondering Only solution Keep walking on No one notices As I'm an ex-con No home Or place to be So I venture alone On the streets Abused a child I was set...
We sit in silence , the awkwardness is there but neither one of us wants to bring it up. Your addiction still lingers I feel it in my gut. Although there is not much evidence there is enough.
I've something to say. I must really confess. My heart is in pieces. My life is a mess. To many years. Hanging with thugs. Getting in trouble. Taking shit drugs. But now it does seem.
I once was a kid. Causing trouble and strife. Thinking who'd give a shit. It's part of my life. I'd rob from the shops. Steal some car keys. Not giving a toss. I done it with ease.
I used to pretend I never hit that low. Just pushed it out, pretended it wasn't there. But I realize now, I only did that because I was still in that hole.
Life's black and white Self hate kept inside I can always die An escape precious suicide Abuse to ease this pain It will bring back color More more more Another patient at addicts door Sky...
(inspired by @RichWithey comment of my being sober for two days ;) x ) Hi my names Molly and I'm a starting alcoholic Today is my second day of being sober, *clapping* Before we start I would just...
Busker stood beneath the bridge. Playing a mournful tune. Didn't know where he'd sleep tonight. But it'd be by light of moon. He would play all thru the day. Beside him stood his dog.
I was once this young rebel, a alcoholic that used to do drugs, then one day this amazing woman came along and changed my whole life around..