My Love Affair With Cocaine
At any given moment in the year and a half that I used, I always carried at least a gram or two with me, plus a bowl – literally a kitchen bowl full of blow – hidden in my bedroom.
At any given moment in the year and a half that I used, I always carried at least a gram or two with me, plus a bowl – literally a kitchen bowl full of blow – hidden in my bedroom.
Who else would I be?
Your body is decaying.
Don’t spend your days missing me, spend them living for yourself. I think you should know that if you spend most of your days feeling as though they might be your last, by your own hand, you do things differently.
You tell me “I can’t do this,” but if you really couldn’t, you would be silent. You entertain me when she isn’t looking because you still want what we had.
Don’t stop watching that show you used to watch together.
This isn’t some article wondering if that guy you hooked up with will still be lying next to you in the morning.
It’s been a year since I left him, but I can still feel my pain in my current relationship. It’s like a thorn in my side, where it’s a dull pain reminding me that it’s there.
This was written to be as specific as it is vague, as alone as it is public.
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