Today I wanted to get wasted, wankered, off my fucking face, high as a kite. I could feel the drugs hit my brain, could feel that rush. I close my eyes and I see the needle slipping into my arm.
Fuck off meth, I do not need you, not you or any of the fucking cocktail of other drugs I took.
I’m angry today, stuff has made me angry and my first thought for dealing with that is to pump shit into my veins or up my nose, what sort of screwed up cunt am I ?
I walked passed somewhere today that I’ve slammed in the past, I drove past several places where I’ve met guys for chem sex, I guess those reminders along with feeling angry and pissed off made my brain think meth would make everything okay, problem is, I know it would make it all okay just not for long enough.