Here I sit in my cage. Birthed by the boom. Enslaved by the same. Staring down a future in which The sins of my ancestors Against Mother Nature Will be my punishment to bear. And/or my children's. When She can bear no more. Dare I ask for leniency in the Face of staggering greed And … Continue reading Prisoner 5,769,450
Love can be complicated. But one thing's for sure. If someone confides in you about being heartbroken over a girl, then you pursue said girl, you're not just an arsehole. You're a piece of shit. There's a special circle of hell awaiting you. Of course, I don't believe in a literal hell. Or heaven. I … Continue reading Ripping Up the Bro Code
Is there a worse hell Than lying awake at night And feeling worthless.
In no particular order: 1) When I first went back into rehab in July last year, I'd fallen in love with someone I'd met in there before the hab was shut down. And who would also be coming back into the facility two weeks after me. Needless to say, due to also being still not … Continue reading My Top 10 Rehab Tunes
She didn't have to love me. It made sense Under the circumstances That my feelings were More advanced. But I know there was a Soft spot in her heart for me. I could feel it Between us: An unspoken, love connection. And I feel it still. Yet in effect it is broken. (As is my … Continue reading Regret
Speck of dust in an infinitely Vast, infinitely Lasting universe. I am. Sinking beneath the sheets drowning But not dying. But dying. But wanting to live without Simply being alive. I cry, when at least I'm fragile. Now, numb. The dictionary has blank pages. Words exist meaninglessly. Why couldn't she love me. Why him. There's … Continue reading Loneliness
For some people. From what I've observed. It's that some addicts have such serious issues underlying their addiction/s that it's virtually impossible for them to properly recover. They might be able to stay clean/sober for weeks, months, years, or the rest of their life. But the severity of the issues (most likely childhood trauma) that … Continue reading The Most Difficult Thing About Addiction Recovery
She wasn't exactly the woman I thought she was. Maybe My love for her was rose tinted. Maybe She wasn't too good for the bastard who dogged me. Maybe I'm better off without her. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. But I still love her. And I always will. No maybes about it.
It's in her eyes. In her words. In our fights. In her lies. I confessed my love. She pushed me away. She was scared. Then he came along. And she was all alone. She didn't have a chance. But she's still alive. I still love her. And I know she still loves me. Because I … Continue reading How She Loves Me
It's ok to talk about other people. That's what humans do, autistic or not. We're social creatures. Literally society is made up of people, and the links between them involve common ground and differences and people we know and don't know. When talking about other people, it's important to be well-intentioned and discrete but honest. … Continue reading Gossip