Almost done

i hate cocaine, i hate what it does to people.
I hate that I’m considered worse than some fucking rockstar that actually literally fucked other men while in a relationship.
I hate the updown, the ‘sorry, i was hurt’….we talk, we conclude, then suddenly I’m disgusting to you again, and yet you still tell me you love me the very next morning. I very much want this to work out….i will stick by you through thick and thin, I will help you become healthy if you want that…….but holy fuck I have my emotional limits.

Once. ONCE more.
I don’t know why I even say that, i know how it goes.

and so it goes. —heart broken and smooshed

This article appears in Dec 24, 2015 – Jan 6, 2016.