Once an Addict, Always
Anyway, after the terrible dream that you were alive what remained was the pleasure.
And the nausea
The insomnia
The (textbook) rage and affection
Relapse
Recovery
And etc
All as average as the suburb where we lived. I guess it is safe to say we were not masters of artifice. It is safe to say that this unhappiness pitched under the surface of our day to day. In the end what we pretended to was simply fantasy, delusion and
Everything you never told me
Everything I never asked
Posted By: NJ Cullen
glad that you are back on the glass.
i was getting very lonely
j.