So i sit here and my mind starts wandering about my relationship with moms and pops. I remember only talking to them when blitzed outta my mind. Most of that talk was full of lies. But, i also made them laugh and we made eye contact and that is trying to make my heart hurt. I won't let it.

Now, a part of me wants to reach out and just get to them, get to know who they've become these last four years. A large part of me doesn't want to have anything to do with them. I thought parents...

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clever got me this far, then tricky got me
eye on what i'm after i don't need another friend
smile and drop the cliche 'til you think i'm listenin
i'll take just what i came for and then i'm out the door again
lie to get what i came for lie to take what's mine- how i've been planning and scheming on how to get the meds that are controlling my mind i'm afraid that this is going to be a journey with a bad ending but one that i'm going to take
stealing, lying, manipulating...

"Visited" two houses about a coupla hours ago and guess what? NO meds, anywhere. Jesus, you think I could find a sick person WITH meds, but noooo. Nothing but shampoo and q-tips and salt and pepper shakers on their counters. This sucks. I want some pks. I want some now.

the way the spider spun its web and the sun reflecting off the water's surface. I remember the way i could talk with people and understand them and empathize. I remember smiling at the sight of my own pupils. I remember feeling the breeze hit my outstretched hand as I drove.
I remember being high and loving it. I remember all the addresses, the phone numbers, the faces and vehicles. I hate all that, but still romanticize the whole "chase". I remember everything while high and...