the-devils-stuck-in-my-brain
I need to. It’s that simple. When I’m sad and alone and absolutely no distractions are available, it’s all I have. A pill, a plant, a blade, a drink. Any one of the four stop tears. They stop rage, they stop outbursts and they stop the feeling of uttermost worthlessness. I need the four fundamentals to survive. I need the punishment. I need the distraction. I need the release.
I hate myself and I threw out all my drugs so now I only have two out of four (via milligrxms)