Well the feeling is back again I need to get high not on weed benzos or barbituates not on partial agonists the monkey is demanding smack and needles and hes getting a little pissed with my excuses. Man oh man if I could only go back in time things might have changed. I know what it means I know im gonna die if I go back but I really dont care whatever will happen will happen. The frustrating part is that I dont have the guts to pick a road and commit to it like if I wanna be junky I should pack up and head to Jersey you know do it fuckin right. If I want to stay n college and be an academic then I shouldnt feel like this. Its a mess im a mess I feel like im drowning in this shit. Whats really fucked up is that my life is good right now I am getting a free education got plenty of good pot enough benzos to keep me grounded a few friends loving parents makes me feel guilty for being so miserable. The thing is I know where my path lies its just nota pretty place. but its ok im pretty excited about dying alone.
