“Life is to short, and there is no time for fussing and fighting my friend, I have always thought that its a crime, so I will ask you once again, try to see it my way, only time will tell if I’m right or wrong….we can work it out”
With everybody. I’m done being the person who only tries to save a friendship. I’m done trying to be the only one who tries to stay in contact.
Fuck all of you.
It was about Meth.
When I woke up I wrote a poem that described the Meth in my dream.
The poem is fuckin dark and creepy.
I should have won an award for how good it was though.
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