I am so fucking sick of heroin.
It never ends.
Sober. High. Sober. High.
His grey face is back and apparently he overdosed last Saturday. He would never tell us about that though. He only tells his friends because for some twisted reason he thinks it sounds cool. He doesn’t call me but I call him. It goes right to voicemail. I think he’s dead.
I call his ex-girlfriend and she tells me he is a hot hot hot mess. He’s grey and skinny and slurring his words.
The addict is back.
I’m over it.
I have to be over it.
Five years of this shit is making me in-fucking-sane.