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 […]
I just cried in my salad, as I sat in my parent’s kitchen and realized that there… is a God. I don’t know how to explain it. I still believe in science, common sense, etc. But something higher than me is offering me chances time and time again to save myself. I hurt right now. […]
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…
Or at least that’s what one of my coworkers said.
Deep ponders and inner yearnings defining my mind and demanding my heart fearless loops… Velvet at age 21 July 15, 2012 When might I gain ability to cast shadow upon the ruthlessly repeated possibilities, a constant linger in my subconscious? When might I recoil; respond to such disgust my mind hopelessly plagues to countless memories? […]
You read it. 35 days sober. 35 sober days. Days consisted of sobriety from meth, and all other hard drugs: Thirty five fucking days. About to dive head first into two jobs. Try to rack up money to do some damage control for my life. I’m almost scared to make good money, because I don’t […]
I’m literally shaken. I’m thankful to be alive. But I probably shouldn’t be. Why can’t I stop shaking? Why am I crying? This didn’t happen to me… but it could have. I walked away from that life. I’m 23 days sober. And now it’s all flooding back into my head. Dam. Kyle. King. Jack. Mistakes. […]
When I discovered the actor Ewan McGregor around the age of 10, I was enthralled. Going through some old books, I found this in the pages of an unauthorized biography on the Trainspotting actor. Yes, it’s mainly innocent and cute. But the earliest hints of sexual desire are clearly there.
I got woken up by this strange nightmare fueled by pizza. Didn’t want to forget this weird one.
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 