Sprout
Bluelight Crew
I'm just a bit fucking bored with it now, if I'm honest.
I generally suck as a person as an addict or not, but I tend to suck a little less when I don't have a hypodermic needlepoint buried in my calf.
I tend to have more money, even when I tell myself I'm not materialistic the lie becomes clear even to me. I enjoy materialism, I just enjoyed Heroin more, it was a choice masquerading as a "personality trait".
I'm just bored of throwing £200+ a day away, I legitimately cannot remember a single one of the days I should have enjoyed most simply based on the financial clusterfuck they tended to cause at the end of the month.
I'm sick of covering up track marks, of dirty looks from medical professionals, even having to take extra precautions to prevent contamination when working with pathogenic microbes - "sorry Professor, a little C. sporogenes solution got spilled and entered the hole I made in my arm with a rigfull of Smack, on my lunchbreak, so I'm gonna have to leave".
I'm sick of waking up alone every single day, knowing those I love are miles away and years removed but every Junkie bumfuck I've ever met pretends to be my bestest of buddies.
I'm sick of being a constant source of shame for my family.
I'm sick of being a mark, just as dark as the Heroin/venous blood slush I dream of, on the tapestry of life.
I'm sick of risking everything, even though I lost all that mattered years ago.
I'm just... bored with it all, really.

I generally suck as a person as an addict or not, but I tend to suck a little less when I don't have a hypodermic needlepoint buried in my calf.
I tend to have more money, even when I tell myself I'm not materialistic the lie becomes clear even to me. I enjoy materialism, I just enjoyed Heroin more, it was a choice masquerading as a "personality trait".
I'm just bored of throwing £200+ a day away, I legitimately cannot remember a single one of the days I should have enjoyed most simply based on the financial clusterfuck they tended to cause at the end of the month.
I'm sick of covering up track marks, of dirty looks from medical professionals, even having to take extra precautions to prevent contamination when working with pathogenic microbes - "sorry Professor, a little C. sporogenes solution got spilled and entered the hole I made in my arm with a rigfull of Smack, on my lunchbreak, so I'm gonna have to leave".
I'm sick of waking up alone every single day, knowing those I love are miles away and years removed but every Junkie bumfuck I've ever met pretends to be my bestest of buddies.
I'm sick of being a constant source of shame for my family.
I'm sick of being a mark, just as dark as the Heroin/venous blood slush I dream of, on the tapestry of life.
I'm sick of risking everything, even though I lost all that mattered years ago.
I'm just... bored with it all, really.
