So ridin around smokin crack this dude tells me im a very genuine guy. What does that even mean? I dunno pass me the fuckin pipe. The last week has been a haze a replay but where everythings a little different its almost like a remake of a classic movie but this shit is my life. My arm has a big ass knot where I missed a whole k4 cause I was too high on crack to feel that I was missing. I am in total self destruct mode you know that scene in fight club where Edward Norton talks about flushing oil tankers onto the pristine beaches he will never visit thats how I feel I wanna destroy something beautiful. Its honestly fucking shameful I am such a leach I just suck the good out of everything till there is only acidic rottenness there I am a taker cause I got nothing to give. But then there is the other side of the coin cause shit there are always 2 sides to every story maybe im just a lost soul looking for redemption? Maybe I just love heroin? I dunno burn me at the fuckin stake its all relative anyway. End xanax babble.
