Dirty needles
Jul. 12th, 2002 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenSo. Parents have just had huge fuck-off screaming match and are pretending I don't exist. I have just realised I'm stuck in a rut for eight weeks, with no friends, no family and nothing but my own company.
Can I be blamed for saying my life is not a bed of roses right at this moment?
I don't know.... I've always thought I've had my life mapped out for me until now, simply because I'm vaguely clever.
No-one ever thought I could ever go off the rails because of who I am, you know what I mean?
So maybe that's what I want to do. Run away, cut loose, get stoned, scratch at my arms with dirty needles, anything, just so I feel like I've got something to do and somewhere to be.
Even if it is inside my own head.
Can I be blamed for saying my life is not a bed of roses right at this moment?
I don't know.... I've always thought I've had my life mapped out for me until now, simply because I'm vaguely clever.
No-one ever thought I could ever go off the rails because of who I am, you know what I mean?
So maybe that's what I want to do. Run away, cut loose, get stoned, scratch at my arms with dirty needles, anything, just so I feel like I've got something to do and somewhere to be.
Even if it is inside my own head.
