I feel like I've said goodbye to you far too many times. I've thought about the times I've written goodbye to my addiction, my relapse, myself in my addiction, all lamenting and vowing that I would never go back. But here I sit. I wonder if I've ever said goodbye to you. The drug that … Continue reading dear drugs
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Lies I hide behind: Finding love or hooking up
I think I've made it my soul mission to find love. What kind of love? Well, the kind of love where I'm burying my face in Olive Garden salad, calamari, and seafood pasta across from a guy who doesn't judge me that I prefer the Denny's of Italian Restaurants. Or the kind where I ask … Continue reading Lies I hide behind: Finding love or hooking up
What the fuck.
I'm getting tired. Tired of myself. Tired of the cycles that keep repeating and the lessons I fail to learn. People tell me to go easy on myself but I simply can't let myself get away with all the things I've done. It doesn't make any sense to me. The people I wish I could … Continue reading What the fuck.
30 days
It feels like a lie. It's not, but just because it isn't a lie doesn't mean it doesn't feel like it is. I've had these days lined up in a row so many times. They've added up to 60, 90, 120, and the longest was 548 days. But these 30 days feel like I've been … Continue reading 30 days
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 