I’m sick of the fact that everything that feels good is oh so terribly wrong.

I’m living a life of false positives and I’m so damn tired.

One would think that the God of the universe, knowing what a hard time I’m having, would cut me some slack. Just this once. But He won’t relent.

The hits haven’t stopped coming since I got here.

My parents won’t leave me alone.
I can’t stop thinking about drugs.
I’ve dabbled.
I’ve almost killed myself more than once. But it won’t stop.

I’ve almost had enough.