there comes a point in your life when the only thing that stands a shot of keeping you alive is the fleeting, ethereal simmering shine of heroin, and, ladies and gentles, it is to such a point which I am quickly approaching like a shooting star smashing into some barren planet
realizing i was maybe isolated by my ex like i kinda lost all but a couple friends. i used to be so social; can you just forget, somehow? maybe this is dumb but um idk if you're in philly or nyc do u wanna be friends or whatever the weird lower stakes version of that is.