it’s time to open a separate savings account and deposit a little bit of each paycheck so that my love and i can move back to our home. <3
so um, i haven’t really been on tumblr in a long time, and apparently i just stumbled upon the heroin addicts.
i am extremely fucking disgusted, for so many reasons.
first of all, let me just say that i know addiction is a disease. it’s hard to overcome. it’s fucking horrible. my mom is a recovering hard fucking core alcoholic. in and out of the hospital, now has end stage cirrhosis. she also has a history of prescription pill and heroin abuse. she has been on methadone for over 20 years. my biological father overdosed on heroin after 25 years of substance abuse problems. my uncles both overdosed after 20+ years of substance abuse, one from heroin and the other from meth. i know how this shit works.
addiction is not pretty. it’s not cute. it’s fucking ugly. so glamourizing it like it’s something that it’s not is A) stupid and B) dangerous. if you are a TRUE addict, you don’t go posting pictures of your needles and spoons and say “omg so excited to shoot up <333333”. like wtf? seriously? who are you honestly trying to impress? just by saying that kind of shit, it entices peers to explore the fucked up world that they have no business being involved in.
every morning when i take my mom to get her methadone, i see younger and younger people. when i was a kid, it was just junkies (besides my mom, who has never been a junkie) who would go to the clinic. but now it’s people that are younger than me!!!! it’s CRAZY!
i guess i have an extreme bias because of my parent’s addictions, but i also have a whole lot of common sense.
get help while you’re still young. i’ve only seen a few people be able to get out of that life and stay out. you’re not just hurting yourself, you’re hurting everyone around you. /:
“Back To Black” Amy Winehouse
He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I’ll go back to black
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…..
I go back to us
I love you much
It’s not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I’m a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
how can someone just wake up one morning and not feel the same
It never really happens that way. They question it way before then. They just wake up one day and decide to do something about it.
how can kesha just wake up one morning and feel like p diddy