Just trying to find the words to spit out.
I was seventeen when I first started partying. A late bloomer compared to a lot of people I knew back then. Life only started when the sun went down and I found myself choosing every bad habit. Who could I meet? What could I drink or fill my lungs with? The only goal in sight was to find that fuzzy medium which would allow my mind to stop spinning. I didn’t care what it was, as long as it took away the pain.
By Shay T.6 months ago in Psyche