I Hate You For How You Treat Me. I Always Hate You. You Had The Opportunity To Show Me How Someone Should

And just like that I find myself running again chasing the need of feeling complete and a brain that needs constant stimulation and occupation

She wondered how do you truly know when you're done? Are you ever fully ready to never get high again? Does the feeling of having enough, wanting desperately to quit ever stay, or is it always fleeting?

Excerpt from my journal

Are you choosing people that are also choosing you?

I’m so alone all of time I don’t have anyone. Maybe it’s me this time. Maybe it is my fault. I’m trying not to think of the worst thing but I am. I miss twisting the pipe. I miss the dope in my rig. It’s hard to go back to the life I left behind bc I’m the only one left every one else left. They were tired of waiting on me. I get it now.

“When you know better, you do better.”

— Maya Angelou

I look like a different bitch in every picture WHO am I