I woke up this morning remembering why I decided to stop doing drugs. I woke up two hours late. The cancer family had to find a different way to get to Minnesota. I had a stack of pictures for the kid, when I woke up and saw their several missed calls and texts, I threw them all away.
My apartment is filthy and I feel like I’m sweating sand out of all my pores and fingertips and eyeballs.
I look different, in the mirror. Mirror me looks like ten years ago me. Current me doesn’t like ten years ago me, but seems to tolerate mirror me.
Current me is an artist, I have a different way of seeing mirror me now. If I try to keep this up for too much longer I’m probably going to need a personal injury attorney in Gulfport, MS.
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