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
recovery
Everyone is someone’s someone.
After my recovery meeting I started to make my way to the bus stop. It was an airy night. The sounds of the small town were noticeable but now alarming. I had my earphone in listening to TTPD by Taylor Swift on shuffle while a group of late teenagers, young adults, were stood not too … Continue reading Everyone is someone’s someone.
Lies I tell myself ~
I got a tattoo on my upper arm. I absolutely love it. The tattoo is supposed to be of Glinda the Good Witch, from the Movie and Musical Wicked. She's holding her wand and she's in a bubble; her bubble. In the upper part of the corner there is a crack. For those that don't … Continue reading Lies I tell myself ~
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.
Michael ~
You asked me if I was done. I couldn’t bring myself to give you the honest answer, so I said I didn’t know. You uttered a confused scoff. I was a sitting pathetic duck parked with tinted-less windows. The people outside walking around and past my vehicle would casually glance. Embarrassment flushed my face as … Continue reading Michael ~
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 