All night I stretched my arms across
him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing
with all my skin and bone ”Please keep him safe.
Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be
like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed
to pieces.” Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
so, i oded on sept. 21, went back to rehab the 24th, and am back home.
i feel so alone. i am very depressed.
i rely too much on evan and matt.
there are so many hours in a day.
We made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible.
im eating like a pig:
cinnamon toast crunch
4 pieces bread
1 black bean burger thing
2 slices american cheese
2 ginger ales wtf
im going to be a big fat sober miserable human being
i swear to christ, what do sober people even do? it’s been 28 days and all i can think about is dope and these endless days and sleepless nights. meetings suck, seafield sucked, being at home sucks, iop sucks, SOBRIETY SUCKS ugh shoot me
tumblr youre the only one i can trust
why did i get a facebook? people i do not like send me embarrassing messages i do not want to respond to i have no clue how to be social