..so I'm sitting in this dirty stairwell...in this highrise shithole...
watching my girlfriend mix up her heroin...watching my girlfriend shoot up her heroin...

that I paid for...

otherwise she would get into cars...

and I didn't love her...it was a dumbass relationship
mania and youth

I keep trying to save people...sometimes I get seriously lost

this is just another experience

I guess the point I am trying to make?

whatever we are whatever has happenend to us whatever we have happened to whatever it is..

I'm in the process of trying to validate myself....because I feel very empty...

I'm trying to validate some of the things I have experienced...I have to go back in time to feel real

I ****ing hate feeling empty