Sorry. I know I've been away for a while. I've fallen in love, gotten clean, fallen out of love, started using, and fallen in love again.
My beautiful sweet new boyfriend cooks rather well. Food as well as drugs.
I got home last night to a syringe full of cherry red liquid. Injected it quickly as mum drank sweet blackcurrant tea in the lounge. That sort of thing makes me sick. Sometimes I wake up with the rain on the windows and I just want normality so fucking badly.
Today. I'm in the office eating ice cream out of a cup at my desk. I'm on the 11th floor. The top. A storm is beating the glass beside me. My legs are starting to ache.
My boyfriend will be here soon. Sticky and sour smelling as he is at this time of the day. It will be hard to kiss him, it always is when I feel this raw. But in his pocket will be a little something for me. And once I've had that, I'll be able to kiss him all night.