Month: March 2019

Written by montvelvet

Forever Dickey’s 9 year old whore

It’s bad. To have to get drunk with your parents. For them to casually stride into a questionable conversation about what really is the point of going to detox or for accompanying therapy.  What happened to me when I was 9, mom and dad? My mom cries. She’s a victim too.  But I’m the weak, […]

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Here we whore again…

Less than five months into our relationship, Jack and I experienced the most intense moments of each others lives — in all facets of daily addiction. Intense emotion. Intense pain. Intense arguing. Intense sex. Intense love. And intense hurt.

Never did I expect anything like what we’ve been through. It’s a reality once unfathomable for myself to be in.

But that’s what hard drugs do. They ruin lives, minds, and bodies. We were lucky to catch ourselves now rather than later. But it’s only the beginning to an ongoing, internal battle of heart versus head versus meth. Versus heroin.

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Lazy piece of shit

Stuck in a cycle of self hatred, I find myself to be a lazy piece of shit. Can’t even drive to a store and back without nearly blowing chunks while falling asleep behind the wheel. I’m too sober for this. Withdrawals are worse than they were before. And it’s just going to get worse with every escape I chase. 

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Spite Sprite – An Ode to Jack’s Whore

Written by Jack after I called the cops on him – after an intense argument we shared per a Snapchat video sent to my phone while I was asleep. Apparently some kid from my work location sent me, for the first time ever, a video of himself jacking off. So the jacking jokester caused my poor, drugged out, self-sleep deprived Jack to fly off the hinges.

Time for another episode of kick the whore when she’s down.