Fuck where do I start? So I guess it happened again didn't it? I was so sure I was done this time. I told so many people that I actually started to believe my own propaganda. I thought hey you know with the suboxone, hash, lsd, people who care about me. I thought shit could be different this time. Fuck you know, I wanted to believe it was possible! But sadly it's not.
I feel like writing a treatise on where it all went wrong. How fucking defeated I feel. How I never asked to put on this miserable planet. How I fuck up everything good in my sorry ass excuse for a life. I had this stupid fucking idea when I was younger that the consequences of my actions could be hand waved away through some superior power of intelligence or sheer rationalization that I thought I could summon at will. Yeah supreme delusions of grandeur. I can't claim ignorance. The evidence was right in front of my face. The consequences of my actions piling up like dead bodies down the street, everyone a little closer to home but still far enough away to say "ok it stops here, no further I got this". Before I knew it they where all piled up at the front door.
At first it was subtle peoples attitude toward me changed. Relatives who once talked to me didn't. I started hearing that I wasn't invited to events I was previously would have been. "Whatever I didn't want to go anyway". Then I start hearing the whispers "he always looked tired. What's wrong with his eyes?" Then I start losing my cool, a rig left out here, blood on a towel there,cookers in my room, bags full of used rigs, bank account overdrawn. Shit no more cards to play game over motherfucker.
Then people started using terms I wasn't comfortable with. Junky, IV drug abuser, poly drug addict, relapse, rehab, arrest, relapse, tough love, enabled, higher power, 12 steps, treatment resistant, maintenance. This whole new vocabulary of bullshit that now defines my existence. I'm now locked into this cycle that I have no idea how to break. All these definitions I don't agree with now define my life.
What sucks is that my decisions caused this to happen. It really didn't have to be like this. I could have said "nah man I'm not gonna tempt fate and shoot smack".Or "that was cool but never again". It's even worse that it was so many little decisions over the years that led me to this moment. I "can't say well fuck I made a mistake.". More like a series of colossal fucking errors that continue across ten years. And the worst part is I can't say it did not go exactly to plan. No fucking coincidences or accidents here. Got everything I wanted before I realized I didn't really want it t all.
I feel like writing a treatise on where it all went wrong. How fucking defeated I feel. How I never asked to put on this miserable planet. How I fuck up everything good in my sorry ass excuse for a life. I had this stupid fucking idea when I was younger that the consequences of my actions could be hand waved away through some superior power of intelligence or sheer rationalization that I thought I could summon at will. Yeah supreme delusions of grandeur. I can't claim ignorance. The evidence was right in front of my face. The consequences of my actions piling up like dead bodies down the street, everyone a little closer to home but still far enough away to say "ok it stops here, no further I got this". Before I knew it they where all piled up at the front door.
At first it was subtle peoples attitude toward me changed. Relatives who once talked to me didn't. I started hearing that I wasn't invited to events I was previously would have been. "Whatever I didn't want to go anyway". Then I start hearing the whispers "he always looked tired. What's wrong with his eyes?" Then I start losing my cool, a rig left out here, blood on a towel there,cookers in my room, bags full of used rigs, bank account overdrawn. Shit no more cards to play game over motherfucker.
Then people started using terms I wasn't comfortable with. Junky, IV drug abuser, poly drug addict, relapse, rehab, arrest, relapse, tough love, enabled, higher power, 12 steps, treatment resistant, maintenance. This whole new vocabulary of bullshit that now defines my existence. I'm now locked into this cycle that I have no idea how to break. All these definitions I don't agree with now define my life.
What sucks is that my decisions caused this to happen. It really didn't have to be like this. I could have said "nah man I'm not gonna tempt fate and shoot smack".Or "that was cool but never again". It's even worse that it was so many little decisions over the years that led me to this moment. I "can't say well fuck I made a mistake.". More like a series of colossal fucking errors that continue across ten years. And the worst part is I can't say it did not go exactly to plan. No fucking coincidences or accidents here. Got everything I wanted before I realized I didn't really want it t all.

