Tiktok. ---a place where people want to post videos to encourage others. ---a place where others don't relate to the video so shame the rest. ---a place where I just wanted to hear someone like me. ---a place where I had to read everyone hate on someone like me. ---a place where even if you know this video isn't for you, you must comment and let the world know this video isn't for you. ---a place where I can connect. ---a place where connecting is "shoving down your throat"?
3am thoughts are the worst. ---first I start to feen for smoke... it's not even good for me. ---then I crave for the love we had.. you don't even think about me.
---its either one or the other.. ---these are the hours.. the monster starts to come for me.
I didn't fully stop. I should've waited. Correct. I realized though and even went slow. No accident was done. Both cars were at a standstill. I just kept inching instead of a complete stop. Two snails moving, one more of a caterpillar. Indeed it was my fault. But... You RODE up on me and threaten to hit me. You could have. In your 6ft black jeep. Drive right over me like a toy car in your monster truck. I pulled to the side and let you go because you are in a hurry. You screamed and I apologize politely. You screamed. screamed and screamed. Face as red as my nails. I didn't think this situation caused for that much anger. This was nowhere near an accident. I do realize I should have stopped longer. Now I hear your screams in my head and threats to my life. You are angry at something greater than me. That was rage at its finest. I apologize. I pray. You are okay. I pray. I am okay. ****.
The drug that never stops. All day feening. Till the last second. Every last drop. I dream about it. Wish for it. Crave it. This. Drug. That. Never. Stops.