been smoking rock...
like 20 or 40 every once ina while, not every day, nothign to write home about.. but when that cash hits my hands... i gotta go to the spot... and if im on subs, im not gonna waste it on junk... so, i've been smoking it...
and every fucking time i get home, after smoking 5 minutes of crack... iwant to smoke a bowl of herb... and i just think.. if i only would've saved 5 bucks... i could get enough weed for like the next 2 days...
economics aside,... shits horrid... anti-church yo!(been watching lots of breaking bad, and they say "church" like "word" on there, im catching on to it...)
oh-god, im getting so old... im going to be 23, ruck me funning!
i know u 30 40... ect..er's out there are like, OMGURONLY23STFU!!!!!
but, srsly, i look at the clock, and i can feel time accelerating, i can feel it taking away everything i love...
anxiety, morphine deficient??? yes it IS a neurotransmitter?
scatter brain 101, take ur seats kids..
fuck!
ok, so, my ol lady, MY beautiful darling angel...
she disgusted me this evening... im not mad
she acted in a way that was learned from me, and acted on aggression that i unfairly placed to her...
i have however, given her, a FIRM notice... i am recovering... if i can't recover with her, i will recover alone, but mind you THAT IS THE ONLY FUCKING OPTION!
TO GET MY FUCKING ACT TOGETHER AND START IMPRESSING MOTHERFUCKERS WITH BIG WORDS!!
Enantiomer!!!! dihydrogenmonoxide motherfuckers!!!
ok.. so, back to breaking bad, im like walt, and jessie, i have this part of me that craves perfection, 99.99% is not good enough! nothing is ever good enough if it can be improved. however, i have fucked up many a perfectly good situation by trying to improve it...
dont fix what aint broke my dad would say
* contemplating rap song possibilities about heroin with being broke and fixing...*
and im like jessie, because every fucking time i have been through a bunch of major ass shit, some old-balls comes stomping in to yell in my face about how much i dont try, when im so worn out from trying my ass off that i can't restrain myself, but somehow find the energy to mutter "BITCH!" through my gritting teeth...
every woman who looks at me becomes a potential wife or mother... my emotions explode if they look me in the eye... it sucks, its the potential single-hood lingering overhead... i'm in the only serious relationship i've ever been in, and i'd like to keep it that way... one girl, one life? i dunno, i know i'll keep trying
if u don't like the way i write, good, you're intelligent, however, i let it flow, i open the gate, and it spills unadulterated onto bluelight... not the best method, i know, however, it helps me learn things about myself
u people are great, but im doing this for me!
and i'm using all the commas baby! , ,and , , , , , , , ,,,,,,!!!
ok, so, i'm over-stimulated by buprenorphine, will this fade?
don't mention methadone in my house, i'd rather go back to heroin, hand to god, done is the devil!
i think that's enough grey matter for one morning... time for work!
fuck!!!
like 20 or 40 every once ina while, not every day, nothign to write home about.. but when that cash hits my hands... i gotta go to the spot... and if im on subs, im not gonna waste it on junk... so, i've been smoking it...
and every fucking time i get home, after smoking 5 minutes of crack... iwant to smoke a bowl of herb... and i just think.. if i only would've saved 5 bucks... i could get enough weed for like the next 2 days...
economics aside,... shits horrid... anti-church yo!(been watching lots of breaking bad, and they say "church" like "word" on there, im catching on to it...)
oh-god, im getting so old... im going to be 23, ruck me funning!
i know u 30 40... ect..er's out there are like, OMGURONLY23STFU!!!!!
but, srsly, i look at the clock, and i can feel time accelerating, i can feel it taking away everything i love...
anxiety, morphine deficient??? yes it IS a neurotransmitter?
scatter brain 101, take ur seats kids..
fuck!
ok, so, my ol lady, MY beautiful darling angel...
she disgusted me this evening... im not mad
she acted in a way that was learned from me, and acted on aggression that i unfairly placed to her...
i have however, given her, a FIRM notice... i am recovering... if i can't recover with her, i will recover alone, but mind you THAT IS THE ONLY FUCKING OPTION!
TO GET MY FUCKING ACT TOGETHER AND START IMPRESSING MOTHERFUCKERS WITH BIG WORDS!!
Enantiomer!!!! dihydrogenmonoxide motherfuckers!!!
ok.. so, back to breaking bad, im like walt, and jessie, i have this part of me that craves perfection, 99.99% is not good enough! nothing is ever good enough if it can be improved. however, i have fucked up many a perfectly good situation by trying to improve it...
dont fix what aint broke my dad would say
* contemplating rap song possibilities about heroin with being broke and fixing...*
and im like jessie, because every fucking time i have been through a bunch of major ass shit, some old-balls comes stomping in to yell in my face about how much i dont try, when im so worn out from trying my ass off that i can't restrain myself, but somehow find the energy to mutter "BITCH!" through my gritting teeth...
every woman who looks at me becomes a potential wife or mother... my emotions explode if they look me in the eye... it sucks, its the potential single-hood lingering overhead... i'm in the only serious relationship i've ever been in, and i'd like to keep it that way... one girl, one life? i dunno, i know i'll keep trying
if u don't like the way i write, good, you're intelligent, however, i let it flow, i open the gate, and it spills unadulterated onto bluelight... not the best method, i know, however, it helps me learn things about myself
u people are great, but im doing this for me!
and i'm using all the commas baby! , ,and , , , , , , , ,,,,,,!!!
ok, so, i'm over-stimulated by buprenorphine, will this fade?
don't mention methadone in my house, i'd rather go back to heroin, hand to god, done is the devil!
i think that's enough grey matter for one morning... time for work!
fuck!!!
