bad ass #381

“I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.”

“Addicts are people who, at some point, lost part of themselves, and now have a hole they have to fill with anything that eases the constant feeling of emptiness.”

“I’ve taken up drugs the way you’ve taken up every inch of my head and I’ve taken up drugs the way you’ve taken up slurring her name in your sleep. If my veins are fucked up and filled with something I bought on the street in the middle of the night then maybe it won’t be so bad when I start bleeding again. If I’m gone, you’re not. If I’m not trapped between my own bones maybe I won’t be trapped under your fingertips constantly pressing against me with the poison of missing you etched under your fingernails like dirt. I’ve taken up drugs the way you’ve taken up missing my calls. And if I’m too fucked to remember your number, maybe it won’t hurt as much when you don’t answer.”

“I did the things I said I would never do, for the drugs I said I would never use.”

“Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.”