flipside
December 18th 2024 "Life is very short and anxious for those who forget the past, neglect the present, and fear the future." There are many different sides of my story. The girl, me... A girl of my dreams. The girls... Dreams… The drugs. The career. My heart. More drugs. The lies. If I died, would I ruin anyone's life? I mean, would it really impact anyone? I'm sitting on the couch, staring at the black TV screen no internet, which meant no tv. The studio was eerily quiet, hot like hell, smelled of old spoiled curdling milk, beef fat, cat piss and dog shit. This is what my life was like... Just empty. I'm going through withdrawals, this time I'm alone. No one around to hold me no one to talk to, comfort me and no one cheering me on. I'm trying to talk myself into staying sober. Mind is doing a million miles per minute, anxious as hell. I have two hearts. A healthy, shining, blood-filled glorious or...