I Hate Me

Woke up fiending for xans and ended up finding some old coke 😂 beggars can’t be choosers, nonetheless I’m not complaining one bit.

It feels like there’s many voices within my head, distracting me before I can make a point, or holding my tongue before I can reach out, and vocalize my actual thoughts. But who am I to question them when they make valid points?

The self sabotaging I inflict upon myself grants comfort and control, even if in the moment I’m not conscious of that as my intention, it always seems later on to have been intentional.

“Said hello- what’s up, pick your poison love, she just smiled and said where’s the papers. Now that’s what I call an ice breaker, I rushed and grabbed all the party favors.”

If I’m not on that 5150

I’m probably off of the xan, I still see them in my dreams, eating em right outta my hand. When it comes to addiction, you’re always too late once you understand. now you got a monkey on your back, and he’s always forcing your hand. Feel like it’s taken everything from me, no loving a shell of a man. I’ve been broke and I’ll keep breaking by my own fucking hands.

Drew this on Snapchat while I was OTX

Nothing quite like waking up to a bowl of good weed.