constant nightmares all night. it only reminded me of how that's all i
used to have and now they're back. you are a coward, you're empty.
you're so dead inside that hurting her didn't even curb your numbness.
you're aware that she has so much more than anything you're worth, and
that angers you. but you're nothing, you're nobody. you're equivalent to
a ghost. karma will have your head. i'm sure after so long, the heroin
isn't even a good high anymore. it will be your hell and your demise. i
hope you fucking rot.