I had just finished watching him attack his arms again and tried to find a vein for him to shoot up but after getting blood in his syringe and still not being able to register, the blood clotted.
That syringe full of meth is now useless and his arms are swollen and bruised for nothing.
I was currently sitting on my boyfriends (x-boyfriend now) bed, about to have a nervous breakdown from just watching him do this all together. I can’t stand it when he just can’t shoot his meth whenever the fuck he wants to so he can get high.
Reality had set in for him, that he would not be able to get high, and I could see that his thoughts were fucking eating him alive.
“I FUCKING HATE THE FACT THAT IT’S EVEN WORSE WHEN THE HIT HE CAN’T HAVE IS WHAT HE NEEDS MORE THEN ANYTHING …. more then anything such as that anything being anyone and that anyone just being ME!”
By: Lauren Fanning / Bloody (MentalBloody)