Once upon a time, I would chain smoke cigarettes before class keep a bottle of vodka in my locker then by a fountain drink and fill my cup with vodka instead
I would party everyday of the week go into work hungover or sometimes drunk and not sleep at all, I would fall asleep on stairs kiss literal snakes dance on tables
It would be mid winter and I would go out in a miniskirt practically naked into clubs and bars I was not old enough to get in but got in anyways
I would hang out with drug dealers in their trap houses listen to their stupid SoundCloud, I would get high when I was not already drunk
And this was life for a while, A collage of drugs alcohol … surrounded but felt so lonely. One day I got out of it. And I fell in love madly in love with someone who still lived for that shit
And I’m still crying over him never to love ever again. You wanted a happy ending? There isn’t any…
I had my heartbroken and it’s staying broken, because after you meet your person no other will suffice so why try.? And I can’t ever go back to that life
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.