With trees and autumn
I'd float away from evil
And down towards the healing"
Lovedrug, Down Towards the Healing
Somehow, getting high and drunk doesn't seem so fun anymore.
Fucked up psyche with alcohol racing through your veins and faded scars on your wrists.
Tabula rasa - the belief that we were all born with a blank slate with no identity.
I can't do this anymore. At least not for a while. It used to lap gently at my feet but now it overwhelms me. Its this unexplainable anger, pissed-off-mood, unbearable sadness and sense of loneliness that's getting to me again.
Memories of lying face down on the couch and having your head in the toilet bowl disgusts me. Go away stranger, I don't know you anymore.
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