I don’t like waking up. I don’t like leaving the comfort of warm sleep. Even when I dream in ways that make me not want to sleep, I fear waking up because my dreams could become truth.
This music reminds me of what it feels to love.
So. At the end of this month, I’m done. Done with any drugs except the occasional tok and the occasional sip of alcohol. No more hardcore stuff. I’m sick of it. It’s not helping me. It’s doing jack shit for me. And I said that I needed to quit. I said I’d give myself a time limit. Well, I’m shortening that. Screw it.
And I’ll be in VA in July or August. No questions. I’ve set my mind to it. Fuck it all, I’m finding peace.