I'm a coward because I love drugs.
I confess that I'm weak. I'm weak and pathetic because instead of dealing with my problems, I take drugs to make myself feel happy and hide everything. My life is s***, but instead of fixing it I pop pills and drink to escape. It's cowardly because it's the easier way out. I'm too afraid to try in life and fail. So instead of trying I just get high and happy and f*** myself over. I've been stealing my mother's narcotics for months and months. Today she told me "I started counting my pills a week ago. Did you take any of them?" Now I can't have them, so I'm chugging some cough syrup to get a DXM high right now. It's so f****** pathetic, I'm glad it tastes like s***. I can't deal with anything. I'd rather sit in bed listening to music with my mind flying then have a life.
I'm f****** pathetic, and I love it. I hate it, but I love it.