3/12

  2:11 a.m.

I feel like I'm bugging everyone again.

I don't want to tell them that.

Would they care?

Most likely not.

I miss you,

But I don't dare bring you back into my life.

You're like poison to me.

And you,

Why did I let you go?

What the fuck was I thinking?

You,

You're perfection.

I hope she makes you happy.

I hope she gives you something I couldn't.

But I know you don't care.


I've been craving coke again, and it's really killing me that I can't get my hands on it. I've been trying everything I can to keep myself from thinking about it. But it's hard, very hard. I dream about it, and I get so pissed off that I don't have it. But I don't want it at the same time. I know what you all think of me because I've done that shit. I hate myself for it.

But that doesn't mean anything, seeing as I hate myself for a lot more then just some stupid fucking drug.

Crack Cocaine kids.

It's no fucking joke, don't fucking do it.

I make myself sick.

Goodnight.

I mean Goodmorning.

Whatever.