Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Drugs = Disaster

Its just ludicrious to think that this badly your life can rotate around heroin and grass, look on the bright side - it cudve been mandrax, crack and glass? God dammit but thats a depressing thought, deluxe model .02 - and this is how amazingly hard yourself you can screw, cause justifying heroin and grass with all that other fucked up shit? More fucked are you than what you thought and by alot more than just a little bit...
You open your fucking eyes in the morning and the first thought to cross your mind is 'smack!', fuck it would be amazing to get a bit of normality back. The luxury of getting a good nights rest, i mean even just 5 hours of unmedicated sleep at best. That will be like heaven on earth, something that can be compared to a new life or the feeling of rebirth? Its not worth it to cry about this shit now, but for fuck sakes its really hard to to get rid of this shit like for fuck sakes - wow...
For the millionth time where the fuck do you start, im over this: find your true self and just look inside your heart. To someone whos never been here its much easier said than done and i promise you that going cold turkey there is not one bit of fun. Maybe if you like crawling out your skin and having and for a week having cramps and water running out of your tummy? then you might consider it cool or even funny? But if your that twisted and thats your idea of fun then i promise you youll do better if you blast a hole in your fucking temple with a gun...

'try to run, try to hide, break on through to the other side'

The Doors - Break on through

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