Fuccinjas - JAaS!

Why am I always struggling I can’t do anything right. I’m too sick to work and nothing is ever stable in my life. Just a bunch of chaos and hell fires. I’m doing the right thing but it doesn’t matter. I hate not being able to support myself it makes me feel less than I hate asking for help I hate feeling weak. I don’t know what to do. I jump from idea to idea but always find myself struggling to complete on task. What is wrong with me I’m all over the place.

sometimes u gotta be like “ okay ” & leave that shit alone

Addicted to addiction...

The worst part, about being a drug addict, is that you know you’re a drug addict. You know, all your excuses are bullshit. You know, when it’s your addiction talking, not you. You know, you’re hurting those around you. You know, you need help. You know, you’re lost. You know, you’re lying to yourself.

Nobody, sets out to be an addict. You just, wake up on day, as an addict.

I usually say that, the first time I used Meth, I was addicted. That’s not true. The first time I used, I knew, I’d do it again. I wasn’t addicted though. I became an addict, when I used to forget, my problems, my pain, my anguish. I became an addict, when I gave my addiction priority, over the important things, in my life. I became an addict, when I lost almost everything I had, stopped using for a while, then picked up again. Thinking, “It’s been long enough. I’ll be able to stop this time. I don’t have a problem. I was just in a bad place, at that time in my life.” I became an addict, when the strength, of my addiction, out weighed the shame I felt, when I looked at pictures of my kids. At problems, my addiction has caused. At people, who I have hurt. At what I could have done, with my time. My money. My family. . . I became an addict, when I looked in the mirror, asked myself to stop. Then put the piece to my lips, took another hit, and left myself behind…

Are you healed or are you distracted