found some of my old poetry from when i was using. i was afraid to go through it, but i finally did. here are some excerpts:
. the most i can ever hope to be, is who i am when you’re with me
. i hate looking through your empty belongings
wishing i could fill the holes
with my love and honesty
knowing i could never be honest to me
. and what will a few trophies and medals get you besides an unnecessary shelf?
yeah i know, they are pretty much shit, but hey, i faced them, and i’ve grown.