Self-loathing. Doubtful. Worried. Scared. Repulsive. Redundant. Detached. Addicted. Lost.
Living in a house full of bottles of opiates is not conducive to the life of a young woman who has spent the past 8 years getting loaded to the point where virtually everyone is amazed that I am still here today.
I hope the universe is on my fucking side; I hope those pills get locked up in a safe very, very far away from me.I'm too skilled at pretending to be okay for my own good—this thought is worrying me right now. For the life I have lived, I should have given up this shit a long time ago.