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Goodbye
Problem is, I forgot how to sit still. Even when the tide is low and the wind subsides, I feel the need to consume…be it content, canna, alcohol, drama. Or just take the simple solution.
Can’t rest anymore. Can’t sleep without pills. Can’t function without amphetamines. Can’t learn without guidance. Can’t be comfortable in my own skin. Not comfortable with this mind.
I trust no one. Especially not myself.
Goodbye.
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Today 6:37am
This is a really raw spill. You can't fill an infinite need with a finite fix...
Today 6:54am
Very somber and sad. I can certainly understand and relate to this, as I'm a recovering poly drug user. Sometimes, you really do feel like you've given all you have, only to have things get worse, and there is such emotional distress as this. Watching yourself repeat mistakes and associating it with your conscience and sense of morality is a heavy burden. People don't realize how much some addicts really beat themselves up. Support isn't always a given either, as really, it's difficult to relate to. Change isn't always easy, either. That's what's so damnable and difficult for people to understand when they have no experience as a person dependent on psychoactive substances. Anyway, you know all of that. I guess this is good to get it off your chest. Just so you know, I'm here if you need a friend to talk to, or just simply talk about poetry and what not. Thanks for sharing.
