God why are relapse rates so high?
Why is life so hard? Why can't we all just live in a fucked up dystopia and be high all the time?
When I was in rehab I met so many lovely people and they've mostly gone off the rails. I mean, me too, but I went back to my outpatient group tonite and there were 3 people including me. There used to be like...10. And one dude graduated tonight.
It's just sad. I'm sad. I don't know who to vent to
My therapist says I like portraying myself as dark and lonely and sad and fucked up to get attention and compliments which is true and I really need to work on that
intoxicated with the madness i'm in love with my sadness
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