It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.. eating a pot of ramen for my 30th in my shit hole apartment, wondering how much time before power is cut.. phone isn't far off either.
Drugs are a weird thing... before you know it, it's too fucking late..
Death would be an easy way out and I isn't no little bich but.. I'm feeling pretty fucking pityful right about now..
I used to live in someone's garage, sucked in winter...but eventually climbed out of it...the thing with drugs user is that your supposed to sell em and only do a little of the profit...that way you will be fine