- i had a dream i was running around in the hallways of my highschool, i was trapped in a deli, and then i saw my first boyfriend washing his bloody glass filled arm in the water fountain.
- i watched him and thought about how my brain remembered his mannerisms fairly well. i haven't spoken to him since january i believe, and he only sought me out then to prove to me that he knew how to have sex. (because the last time it was so bad that i might have laughed and then just gone home) it was stupid and wasted my time. but i got dumb high at his house right under his nose.
- dazed girls never know how to say no.
- but we're comforted by the fact "hey at least we were dumb high" because pain sometimes amplfies highs, sometimes you need to feel like shit and by the time a fat fluffy line is melting into your brain, you're feeling numb. and its only when you feel like shit is when feeling numb is the goal. an easily obtainable goal.
- by the time the words "wait, no stop- i don'-" are out of your mouth, you're either already half naked or have been propped up on your knees.
- sink back into whatever rabbit hole you came from, whore.
- I think about her somersaulting down into blackness, panties around her knees but her sweater is still on. so are her socks.
- he gives you a 20 for bus fare, for coming out all the way here. the bus ride is 5.50 but you keep your mouth shut because you're sure that if you giggle and bat your eyes, your dealer will give you another bag for 14.50. you just have to bump him up in that tiny smoke filled bathroom. check your noses together in the mirror.
- i've written a lot about these stupid phases, and i'm happy to say, hello and good wishes from atl.
- i'm happy to say i love it here. and i'm happy to say, i'm happy. i wouldn't trade it for the world and all it's drugs.
sep 27 2015 ∞
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