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I haven't smoked once today for the first time in weeks. Dear God - please, give me a cigarette. Please give me a line or a drag of a joint, or a glass of wine or a hug or some sunlight. Work in seven hours and I've been crying all evening. But why? For no **** reason. Paid tomorrow, and I might spend it all on drugs or a tattoo, or tobacco or I wonder could I pay someone to love me. I'm trapped in an I'm-not-OK-hole— in a ******** In a thousand-of-miles-from-the-city hole. I'm a session moth. Wake up like a ****** rollie on the bedside locker. Not knowing where I am or how I got there. Jump into the nearest car and just say "drive" and eat nothing but still look fat. This morning I was suicidal, I nearly walked out in front of a truck. But it was alright, I remembered I hadn't taken my pill in a day or two, stopped crying and went back to work.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Cotton Mouth
I haven't smoked once today for the first time in weeks. Dear God - please, give me a cigarette. Please give me a line or a drag of a joint, or a glass of wine or a hug or some sunlight. Work in seven hours and I've been crying all evening. But why? For no **** reason. Paid tomorrow, and I might spend it all on drugs or a tattoo, or tobacco or I wonder could I pay someone to love me. I'm trapped in an I'm-not-OK-hole— in a ******** In a thousand-of-miles-from-the-city hole. I'm a session moth. Wake up like a ****** rollie on the bedside locker. Not knowing where I am or how I got there. Jump into the nearest car and just say "drive" and eat nothing but still look fat. This morning I was suicidal, I nearly walked out in front of a truck. But it was alright, I remembered I hadn't taken my pill in a day or two, stopped crying and went back to work.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
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