It’s a crazy world inside my mind. I’m completely aware, yet a tad oblivious. As always. I feel as if I’m stuck. Frozen in place, afraid of the future because I don’t know what it is. I overshare. But then I keep everything inside. I care too much what others think, but don’t take much […]
At least that’s how my dad describes me.
I feel like it’s my duty to be honest with something… And this is that something.
Meth whore. Meth. Whore. That’s me. The hot rail slinger. The cloud of orgasms. I am Velvet, the ice dragon. Princess? HA. I’m nothing than a drug addict battling for life. And losing is a gift of mine. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, METH WHORE? Meth. Meth. Meth. Whore. Whore. Fucking whore.
That’s it folks. I learned my final lesson of the still tragic story that was Jack & Velvet. Allow me to reflect on recent happenings… After Jack made a fool of me online, tore me to shreds with his words, and ultimately quit contacting me… I began to move on. I still thought about him […]
I need to get laid, to put it bluntly. Haven’t been sexual since my last encounter with Jack some odd weeks ago. I crave kisses. I want a man’s hands to ravish my lonely body. But not just anyone. Sure. Sounds ridiculous. Sounds childish. But if I don’t let it out here, I’ll end up […]
A blunt roach in a torn Pall Mall Cigarette box clip touches my lips in between swigs of Coca Cola and Paul Jones whiskey. I blow out smoke into my phone screen whilst dancing fingers exude my inner lingerings. I’m searching for a high. I have to work in a few hours. As I sit […]
I just went to the first music festival/rave of the season. It was eye opening, in a sense. I went there with the intention of dancing like no body would watch, and to finally let go of all the pain that came with my recent breakup with Jack… We’ve officially stopped talking. It got too […]
Doesn’t mean I’m proud of it.
This song, “Hate My Guts” by Blackbear seems to fit my life atm. Amazing how random songs seem to do that during the course of life. Do you still like white wine, white wine At the right time, right time? Low lights Do you still hate my guts? Baby, that’s fine Do you still get […]
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 