Where the fuck are my glasses anyway?
Main lesson learned; forget whatever I am thinking, if I say it out loud, I should listen. So if I say, I'm never going to take this drug again [after this], why did I? hmm?
I'm lucky I threw up, who knows how hard it would of hit me if I didn't.
I need certain things spelled out, in alphabetical order, colored in black and white. It's stupid, but I just don't get stuff sometimes. I need to stay sober for this.
I'm numb and lonely. I want to go to SF and take my bed back, find a place in the Mission, and try to be happy there again. The city deserves a second chance.
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