like a drug, really. getting people high and making 'em go through withdrawal when it creeps away. and all junkies think about is how they wanna end the bad feelings and get some more of that good shit so they can get back to rollin' balls.
i've finally got my head clear enough to see how stupid i was and how i never wanna be like that again. but ugh, as much as i hate it, i keep catching myself getting slightly cloudy-headed at times. what's the point of kickin' the habit if all you wanna do when it's over and done with is re-read the same old poem?
i dunno :/ humans are so irrational.
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