In active addiction youre always bitching cause you never have any fucking money; an addict can explain to you how flat fucking broke you can actually get and that shit aint funny. Clean for a while, debts paid and the leftover cash is burning a hole in my fucking pocket, while the devil is whispering these sweet words of temptation in my ear thats causing my strenght to crumble: fuck it! How in the name of god do you create a balance and where do you draw the fucking line? How difficult can it be to want to move out of this fucking hole, moving forward and having some sort of a goal? Am i out of answers or am i out of questions? Dunno, dunno, dunno???
'All wrong-doing arises because of mind. If mind is transformed can wrong-doing remain?
Buddha
Lots of thoughts and feelings I was writing down while deep in heroin addiction, this was my therapy maybe even my journal but that’s not important. Juggling addiction, relapse, rock bottom, relationships, recovery, life and death. Inspiring journey about redemption, love, hate, mental instability and maybe even some hope and it rhymes. Laughing, crying, shouting and screaming all raw and uncensored emotions and truths. A love hate relationship with opioids and life but most importantly myself
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
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