Yesterday

¬† The next hit. The next drink. The next cigarette. The next high. These are the things we live for, and these are the things that destroy us. There are so many highs that it gets confusing when we are real. And the people we hold our lives up for. They still control us even…

“Baggage,” Indeed.

“Status Update”: Donating my used clothing is so emotionally draining. I come across articles of clothing that bring back powerful memories and disgusting flashbacks.