Ah, heroin blinds us to the realities of our lives. If we took off those blinkers and saw what our lives were for what they really and truly are, how would we be effected? Would our lives be so unbearable that we'd finally pull the trigger and end this misery that is our daily existence? So many addicts I know think they're in love, but they're in a symbiotic relationship. They use each other. It's pathetic, really, it is. I've called it so many times and yet those opiate blinkers are on and they're on tight. I just want to be like, "Dude, you're being used!" so loud that they can't ignore it. You're being sucked dry. Under the guise of love or a relationship. It's not my bed, however.
I'm blind to certain things myself. I'm getting angrier and angrier. All of these people who are supposedly my friends are just using me for drugs or money or even as a warm body -- companionship, I guess, commiseration -- I just don't have the heart to tell the dudes you're being used harder than the bathrooms at Grand Central Station. Who am I to burst their bubble? I would like to see what happens when everything comes to light, though. Then they'll need some sort of ear and I won't be there.
Your house of cards is dwindling, kid, and the foundation has never been there. You got your tiny bit of satisfaction but really the relationship is no more than a whore and a john at the root. So what if the surface looks better than that? Both of you seem to be okay with the deal, though. I personally couldn't fucking use another human being like that in good conscience though. But, what was it they said about heroin making you soulless and greedy? Fuck you, man. I don't need that shit.
I hope you're fucking happy now because you're in for a world of hurt later, kid...
You're also completely oblivious about yourself and think way too highly about yourself. You're fucking scum, dude, you really are. I wouldn't hurt you though, because you seem to be in enough pain as it is. You certainly don't need anymore pain... C'est la vie, kid, c'est la vie.
I'm blind to certain things myself. I'm getting angrier and angrier. All of these people who are supposedly my friends are just using me for drugs or money or even as a warm body -- companionship, I guess, commiseration -- I just don't have the heart to tell the dudes you're being used harder than the bathrooms at Grand Central Station. Who am I to burst their bubble? I would like to see what happens when everything comes to light, though. Then they'll need some sort of ear and I won't be there.
Your house of cards is dwindling, kid, and the foundation has never been there. You got your tiny bit of satisfaction but really the relationship is no more than a whore and a john at the root. So what if the surface looks better than that? Both of you seem to be okay with the deal, though. I personally couldn't fucking use another human being like that in good conscience though. But, what was it they said about heroin making you soulless and greedy? Fuck you, man. I don't need that shit.
I hope you're fucking happy now because you're in for a world of hurt later, kid...
You're also completely oblivious about yourself and think way too highly about yourself. You're fucking scum, dude, you really are. I wouldn't hurt you though, because you seem to be in enough pain as it is. You certainly don't need anymore pain... C'est la vie, kid, c'est la vie.