i told my son tonight that i wont be like my mother. i wont tell him im going to stop and not stop. drug aren’t good for me. not good for my son…
no hard drugs – pleeaassseee but marijuana. im still using this drug mindlessly becsuse i think i need it. i dont need it anymore. i dont need my mind to float i need it to stay and look at my son.
look at my life.
i have been feeling really powerless lately. been crying and laughing really weirdly.
how did i end up exactly at the same spot i was?
because i never really did shit.
hello again. my name is OHTEMP, and this is Bipolar, Employed & STILL LOST.
Bipolar, Unemployed & Lost 