“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”
i honestly have no idea where you got this
sweat licks her upper lip and forehead, body heat increasing by the minute. if someone asks her how she feels, she would say ‘ warm ’ ; but the second they touch her, they would flinch from the heat coming off her skin. she’s barely high, just enough to take the edge off. even so, the drug lacing her veins brings her down so hard she regrets it almost immediately. she couldn’t even remember the last time she had a good high ; almost seven years, maybe ? it used to be like she was blossoming ; she could fix everything with a needle. all her troubles would fade, and she could taste the sunshine. it used to be such BLISS. now, all she wanted was death. shoot up to heal the pain, only to feel more pain. it is what her life has become. countless days and nights, euphoric feelings, and the loneliness that never went away. patting the couch cushion on the floor ( the couch itself was long gone ) next to her own, she motions for him to sit with her. ❛ they aren’t all for me. i promise. just a little. ❜ she leans her head against the wall as she speaks, suddenly drowsy. ❛ i would say you can have some, but, they’re not all mine. plus, i dunno how y’ feel about that. ❜

















