I need to grow the fkn balls to do it already!!!
It will not bring you back to me.
It will not make things right.
It will not change a fucking thing besides bringing pain and suffering to not only me, but those around me.
I know I’ve said it before that I am done with drugs but I am seriously just done. I need to accept the fact that I’ve lost you, and nothing will bring you back.
No matter how hard I cry or hurt myself; you dying doesn’t mean that I have to die with you.
I’ll learn to look at my memories with you as good times that I now have to learn to let go of, and somehow hope that letting you go will leave me with the ability to grow.
Grow into the person you spoke of to others.
Grow into the person you once admired.
I just want to learn to grow in the ways you taught me
To never forget your touch…
Hello there, my name is Ian and I'm a worthless junkie that should be shot on sight. This is my personal blog about how I live my life in a state of melancholic anhedonia. This blog will also contain and promote all objects that are detrimental to the human psyche; meaning drugs, mental illnesses, destruction, and death. Please don't send me asks saying how I should quit drugs or etc. You can't save me, you can only hold my hand or join me on my euphoria seeking adventures.
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