The herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.

You're not going to really miss me, untill I'm dead and gone.

You can't see the light without darkness.

It's been over a month and it's not any easier than it was that day.

I'm afraid of losing something I love.. that I refuse to love anything.

I'm tired of being tired,
and dealing with your bs.

Now I see that I will be, just fading memorie.

And now it's too late to start living again.

I just thought you cared, I thought it was different this time.. But it's not. You haven't changed one bit.

It's taking every bit of strength I have right now, to not go and cut up my wrist like my minds telling me to do. I can't believe you'd do this to me.. We were best friends..