I’m so alone all of time I don’t have anyone. Maybe it’s me this time. Maybe it is my fault. I’m trying not to think of the worst thing but I am. I miss twisting the pipe. I miss the dope in my rig. It’s hard to go back to the life I left behind bc I’m the only one left every one else left. They were tired of waiting on me. I get it now.
She wondered how do you truly know when you're done? Are you ever fully ready to never get high again? Does the feeling of having enough, wanting desperately to quit ever stay, or is it always fleeting?
Excerpt from my journal
Miss collecting these pipes I broke this one tho
“After you’ve done a thing the same way for two years, look it over carefully. After five years, look at it with suspicion. And after ten years, throw it away and start all over.”
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I need this stash necklace you don’t understand!!🥺😭someone help a bitch out