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Friday, May 29, 2009

Sometimes I want to just fall into the abyss. Get on a plane and not tell anyone I was leaving. It's hard not to crave self destruction rather than shuffle along and follow the same routine repeated by my peers. I don't want an average life. I'm addicted to the unordinary and I'm afraid that I will end up in an ordinary life. I'm surrounded by why do I feel so alone here? I need a change. I need extraordinary.

 I found myself grabbing the mellow yellow pill and popping it in my mouth as onlookers whined and licked their lips with envy. I felt no euphoria. Only gnashing teeth and wide-eyed insomnia. Even my tolerance is against me. Why do I crave these things? Once it started to wear off all I wanted was more....of something....anything. I found him and I pulling through the medicine cabinet; grazing over prescription Lorazepam from '93. Folded cards of Xanax with monarch butterflies on the cover. Over the counter back in the day. I was too afraid to touch it. Instead I opted for gobbling up miniscule pink tablets and passing out with my headphones on. "How many did you take," he asked. "Two...maybe three," I said in monotone boredom. I felt nothing.

Posted at 08:53 pm by sleepy
Hit The Sleep Button.  

Saturday, May 16, 2009
Coming Right Along

Posted at 02:12 pm by sleepy
2 eyeboogie(s) picked.  

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Posted at 07:28 pm by sleepy
1 eyeboogie(s) picked.  

Saturday, May 09, 2009
Too Much

I find that I have been drinking quite a bit lately. Whether I am trying to compensate for something or not, I keep getting that desire to feel the burn of hard liquor in my throat. Today I had the worst hangover I have had in a long time. My body is still aching from it and there are bruises on my knees. The last three nights I got so epicly plastered that my pores seem to be saturated with it. I need to cleanse and re-center and try to cheer myself up in other ways. I think I just want to forget. I need a new that doesn`t leave me ill the day after.

Posted at 11:14 pm by sleepy
Hit The Sleep Button.  

Sunday, May 03, 2009

I woke groggy and wiped the sleep from my eyes. My alarm was going off and invading my contorted slumber. I checked my phone and saw I had a text receieved sometime in the middle of the night. It was him. Why does he even bother still trying to talk to me? The only thing it read was, "Question?". I could only respond, "Answer". Now I am too curious about it for my own good.

Posted at 05:15 pm by sleepy
Hit The Sleep Button.  

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