I keep my life so very private from my family and friends. As my drug use increases I’m starting to worry that the support network i once comforted myself with in the justification of use may be blind to my downfall. My father has seen me smoke cigarettes once, my mother has never and the thought of her seeing a cigarette between my lips makes me ill.
I don’t think i’m addicted to cocaine but I spend a lot on it. I’ll have to cut this journey short, shoot this plane down before it inevitably glides into a town injuring more people than I ever cared to think when we took off.
My poor heart, he’s already dealing with a shitty bloodline and now I’m scaring the lad to life with the amount of powder that’d kill a bull.
Went to frags show, it’s no longer enough that I’m his brother.