Drugs are bad, isn’t that a given? The obvious is over stated, isn’t it? Stuck in the aftermath with blood on my hands. I’m angry. Shreds of everyone touched by this, as I pick up the pieces. My blood, his, my children… What do I want? I was asked that, this is so far past … Continue reading That was good idea, wasn’t it?
The things that mattered to him were all packed and put in his car. I threw a notebook at him, “if he cared”, I knew he wouldn’t pick up that notebook, it had nothing to do with him caring or not. He had spent his day drinking and when that took hold, the only care … Continue reading Then there were 4
It feels like an entire life time of shit has piled on in the past few weeks. If there was something that could go wrong, it went text book, mock you while its pissing on you – wrong. Wrong enough that you want to sit in a corner and just cry and give up – … Continue reading The Next Crisis is?