Cant believe how pathetic I have gotten, how addicted, dirrty and low I got.
You Know, I have done things that you wont, seen things you have not.
been there in the self apocalypse. a self destruction. It literately took a funeral
to make me feel alive. Just open my eyes, and I did. Thank..me. I don't believe
In God, I believe in the influence of good and evil. you can be either one.
to find myself I had to transform into something horrible. let it take over.
Im happy it was they way it was. Because if that night was a single second different,
I could still be going down that same pathway. Waiting for death, for my hearse,
or something worse. Watching me hurt my family and friends , and just noticing that
made me feel like the biggest piece of shit ever. EVER. but for realizing it,
and admitting my parents, family and friends were right, was the best feeling ever.
I have never felt so good from that bad of a mental breakdown, but I like how this worked, I got more than fucked up on cocaine. and mushrooms, my consciousness kicked in big time. seeing how retarded you act on those things. EVERYTHING. I CANNOT explain this, but Never let yourself get to the point of having to go through that experience. Get high on life, stay gold. Dont addict yourself to substances. they do for real take over your life. its wrong, pathetic, lonely, and a cold dark time. and every time you do drugs, your just fucking taking a step towards death, making a risk, not a great escape. every time, is a step closer to death. slow , high, pathetic worthless death. Why do drugs...no one will remember you for doing them, they will remember how low you were on them. not high. low. do something good, and open your eyes. Live life. because, it is beautiful. there is so much to live for. so much to be grateful for, life might be shitty. but grasp onto what you have. not the drugs. grasp onto yourself as well, it only takes one sip of the poison to change, one sip of poison to lose who you were. in a matter of one single snort. one single inject. one single zoomin trip, one single jaw clenching, memory haunting fuck up. I AM DONE. and it took the funeral to do it. i feel great, and anew. I know my rents will be proud of me now.
If they saw this, and my experience...I think the tears wouldnt be from watching how fucked i was, but from my eyes just seeing, my words flowing, my brain, taking a step ahead of the drugs. thank fucking...me....and everyone who was there for me. Imm grateful, and new, and great. Love life.