my journal.
keep out .
mad at myself
Mad because I’m a piece of shit.
ignorant artist
I’m not doing cocaine in New York.
Vanity and veins
Her face shows the O
a mile high prayer.
The drugs in my bag were screaming at me.
show me liberty
show me liberty
or show me tits
letter to dad from rehab
i needed to leave you
like you left me
if you give a saint a sailboat
you’re in for sunny days
i’m high
i hate it.
My last good high
i will enjoy my last good high