I’ve come to a point where I simply can not hope.
And thinking about life, future, and escaping threatens to break the thin barrier.
Sanity | Insanity
I am not afraid of…
Pills, which I can swallow multiples of.
Fire, therefore of burning things to smoke.
Needles, of which to inject substances.
My mind, which I unlock bit by bit.
But he isn’t pretty enough and he is much too selfish for me.
Why must this all be so…complicated? I want to age so I may fit my mind. So I may have the privileges to do as my mind desires?
I want drugs. Some kind. Any kind. Fuck. Want.
I just don’t want to be here.
I need to escape and leave this part of the world.
Travel to the better parts of my mind.
To get away.
To get out.
Swallow it. Smoke it. Capsules. Herbs.
Chew. Swallow. Idontcare.