I am sitting here, in a back room, trying to think of something to do with myself. All I got going through my mind is how lovely doing a nice shot of brown would be, but mustn't gratify that want. I think it's just amazing that I lost so much to heroin, but still want to do it. I know that one shot, that I just want to do once, will not be one time. I have done that before.
Heroin has taken me to places so skanless and craptastic. Oh the people I have fucked over. Amazing that my veins still itch for that piercing feeling. (veins that really don't exist anymore, though I did find another one that should work.) I got to come up with a constructive plan. I got to get out of this hole and do something productive. Damn.
Heroin has taken me to places so skanless and craptastic. Oh the people I have fucked over. Amazing that my veins still itch for that piercing feeling. (veins that really don't exist anymore, though I did find another one that should work.) I got to come up with a constructive plan. I got to get out of this hole and do something productive. Damn.