django47
Bluelighter
Here we are at last, the conclusion to all the hype on TV and in all the stores. Of course I'm talking about Christmas. BUT WAIT A MOMENT ! this is no different to any other day of the year, at least for me it's not. Same thing every year since the 70s. The reason, I'm a sad and lonely bastard who has lost everything and everyone because my whole life revolves around my heroin addiction.
I would never have believed that I would still be at it when I was in my 60s, but the years have flown by without me realising. It's like waking up from a coma and realising that you have missed a large chunk of your life. Sadly it's the best part I've lost because even in a coma, time never stands still and the best years are when we are young. By the time one realises what has happened it's too late, it's almost time to die.
I know it's too late for regrets, but you can't help it. The best you can do is hope that maybe, just maybe, somebody will look at me and say, "No way am I gonna end up like that sad old bastard", and live the one and only life they are ever going to receive. Junkies have no friends, only aquaintencies. Eventually all loved ones will fall by the wayside untill in the end you are alone. And when you die, no one will miss you, because your preference for drugs has long since driven them all away.
I would never have believed that I would still be at it when I was in my 60s, but the years have flown by without me realising. It's like waking up from a coma and realising that you have missed a large chunk of your life. Sadly it's the best part I've lost because even in a coma, time never stands still and the best years are when we are young. By the time one realises what has happened it's too late, it's almost time to die.
I know it's too late for regrets, but you can't help it. The best you can do is hope that maybe, just maybe, somebody will look at me and say, "No way am I gonna end up like that sad old bastard", and live the one and only life they are ever going to receive. Junkies have no friends, only aquaintencies. Eventually all loved ones will fall by the wayside untill in the end you are alone. And when you die, no one will miss you, because your preference for drugs has long since driven them all away.