Some excerpts from my journal from my relapse during 2015
July 2015: Bad vibes from the L. I got fucked up, and nearly died last night. I can’t do this anymore. I feel like I am going crazy A poem, written during my comedown: In your darkest days, Only then do you see the light. Up until the sunrise, howling At the moonlight. How long until I learn? One day, it may be my turn. Poem written while under the influence of MDMA: On the grind, All the time, Rolling hard, I’m out of my mind. Sit back, and relax, Rollin zig zags, and Big bags of chronic in my stash. For awhile I was inspired by Hunter S. Thompson, and how his writing reflected his drug fueled mind. Part of me was driven to use again because of these small beliefs I held; Using makes me smarter, less anxious, more care-free, I write better, etc.. Excuses. Just to use again.
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