Until you find yourself gasping for breathe because you’ve fucked with it for so long. I saw my whole life at that point, I saw who I used to be and came back to this shell of a human.
Drugs killed a lot of me, but it helped me find myself as well.
I see things a little clearer, I look deeper into people because I wish someone had just saw me instead of just seeing a junkie.
“but mr. shakespeare, isn’t romeo and juliet a tragedy?”
“hell no i write sins not tragedies”
