InsaneJournal

I'm tired of being broken.

All it takes is one sound, and I'm back where I started two years ago, shellshocked and looking for someplace safe to hide.

But there's no safety in my old vices. Alcohol doesn't cover the pain over anymore, and morphine gives the nightmares a firmer hold on my brain. Even weed these days tastes bad, it's so fucking hard to find anything that's pure and not laced with whatever.

Even the girls only distract half my brain from the craziness, and I want it to end, goddammit.