8 years ago I went to Australia.
10 years ago I left college.
14 years ago I left home.
What have I done?
How did time pass like this without me knowing?
I asked C. She said we snorted the time away. Then she laughed. I didn’t laugh. It’s not funny anymore. That’s my life. I’ve taken my own life away.
Now I’m almost 30. I’m sick. I’m sick of being sick.
Im remembering times and places and situations and people and all sorts of things. But they happened so long ago. I feel like it was just yesterday.
The worst part? The worst time scale? 5 years. 5 years ago I went on such a bender that I never stopped. Every 6-8 weeks I returned to a week or two, for the past FIVE YEARS.
In those 5 years I have done things but my life has centred around being high. The last time I cared so much about something other than drugs was such a long time ago. The last time anyone really meant something to me who wasn’t a facilitator was such a long time ago.
What a waste.
FaerieFalls 