another day, another set of problems

my papa wants to pick me up and talk.
i don’t think i’m ready for this yet.
i don’t think i have the guts to face them either.

and god, i’m scared. i need you so much.
i need you.
i need drugs.
i need a cigarette.
i need to get wasted again.

x| <- me, if this REALLY pulls through

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