And now I'm hungry all the time.
But the abstinence is gone.
Want chocolate.
But I've got cocke and loads of good food.
It's easter, so I should have some candy...
24.3.16
Sober
23.3.16
Sick
I've been sick after studding filth...
All this in my brain made me sick...
Well, I'm better now.
Feeling clean again.
19.3.16
See mee, please see me, like me, I force you.
I feel lonely... Left alone...
It's so sad. I'm alone in this... I need someone around me all the time and so mutch attention I seek...
I'm just a hopeless mess
They fucked my shildhood up.
Sorry for me guys.
Can't blog about drugs anymore...
That just so sad...
I love drugs. In all forms and shapes.
But my drug-addicted neighbor think that the fucking cops, FBI and CIA are reading my blog making him fucking paranoid.
So I have to put on my low profile so my idiot neighbour don't freak out and have a panic attack.
FOR THE LAST TIME ON MY BLOG FOR NOW
I NEED MORE DRUGS
And it wasn't me, no I don't sit on any. And I cnow my rights staying at home. I won't come to the policestation. What you just fucking with me. Goddammed neighborhood.
Missed Him
I know how it is to feel isolation on the body without minimum of human needs, the brain changes not into sorting better. It's Human torture... Making all the food but treathen from eating it. I almost killed my abuser. But I didn't pull it of, trying to kill my self instead. Then he had to live with my name on his chest. Well guess what I will be waiting for u.
So not making shure that the prisoners health is taken care of, and Anders into recovery not something worse ore different.
Prisson? Someday... After rowing ore defending my self with deadly whepon. But over time this isolation without neseserly needs taken care of is wery unhealthy.
We have ouer red thread, he have my attention. Make this count.
Playing loud
Taking it up to max
Making sound that desturbing the neighbours.
Taking it as high as I can....
Want to have hollarious fun
Fucking up others heads
No no no not her
And that's me....