March 8, 2020 I want to talk about how I feel, but words are difficult to comprise. All I know for sure are the visions playing on repeat- projected on the back of my eyelids. Memories of my sickly, malnourished body with wishes of looking that way again. Even though my face was sore-ridden and […]
Directing his eyes in my direction, only to feel unseen. Seemingly drenched with invisibility Such visions once aroused diminished entirely. No blame to be given for it’s all on me. Worth never to exist internally Resulting from permanent searches proving Love, pain, and humans change constantly. Proof repeated, I’m easy to leave. Cheek flushed, turned […]
February 17, 2020 My brain is really showing its sickness right now. For some reason the AA open discussion topic last night of hitting rock bottom experiences… really brought some fog into my thoughts. Here I am with the wind tunnel on full blast attempting to keep my mind clear, and panes of glass appear […]
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 