It is about time I get some heavy shit off of my chest. I know it has been a while since I’ve last posted. And honestly I don’t care if one person reads this – I just have to let these thoughts go somewhere besides the repetitious loop of my head. This is going to […]
All it takes is a beautiful dream to set me back on the path of sobriety.
Allow me to give you so many reasons to never touch meth.
April 10, 2020 I’m 95 days clean and told I’ve begun to come alive. I began today wondering if I’m simply on this “pink cloud” people speak of… And if I am, when is it going to pop? I do feel a change within myself; I’m being more positive, which is a major first. The […]
Thoughts scream and attempt to claw their way out from the inside of my skull. Such lacerations affect my whole body existing in a constant daze. My eye lids beg to be sewn shut. Taste buds seemingly pull from memory the agonizing bliss of liquors I should never guzzle again. My throat seems to reminisce […]
It’s been a month since I’ve posted. Mainly because I had laser focus on making moves that I feverishly craved fairytale endings to. Lifelong fantasies of being the Princess… I’m far from it. Prince Charming does exist, but this unforgiving universe is the Ugly Bitch of an Evil Queen. She sees excitement frolicking with hope and […]
Dripping sweat and heavy breaths. Doggystyle in the shower. Orgasm by abdominal to clitoral simulation: witchcraft. But he wasn’t yet stone. Bright eyes of curiosity he’d lay upon my prancing lips. Initial fascination; it was the steel. I was the magnet. His cock was a fridge. Plundering freefall: his plump pout curves upward “I love […]
Oh dear. We’ve got an upset soul on our hands. And he’s out for blood. Hey guys. I’m a whore. You’re reading “Diaries of a Meth Whore,” correct? Jack should know I’m a flirtatious being. HELLO HE MET ME ON TINDER. Now he’s blasting me. And how I used to fuck with Al for my […]
In the beginning, he looked at me with fireworks in his eyes. Meth took us over as humans, especially humans that knew how to love. It ruined us. It ruined me first, and I took him down with me, unintentionally.
I never wanted us to end…
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 