I had it all, nice house, nice cars, great job, great family, great
looking, great looking girlfriend.
I had it all, but I just cannot stop using crack. Its killing me.
Every time I say “I'm just going to get a little bit, sit home. I'll be
alone tonight,“ then BOOM, its off to the races! I can't stop until the
dealer is out, or I’m out of money.
Why do I continue to destroy myself?
I don't hang out with anyone.
I am my own enemy.
The thought just pops into my head and, -off I go! I'm tired of
fighting it. Why can't I stop?
I am hurting everyone.
Where are you God? Why do you let this shit happen to people? It is so
wrong, and it is time to help people! HELP THEM GOD!
I feel so ashamed, guilty and lazy.
I have no desire to even eat.
I’m very lonely yet my girlfriend still loves me and wants to help.
That crazy bitch loves me so much. She is willing to stick by me until I get
better. She has confidence that I AM going to get better.
She would jump off my two-story balcony inside the house to show me
that she loves me so much! She said that if I didn't get better, she was
going to kill herself, and she nearly did.
I watched her hang on to the ledge. I ran to her, and leaned over the
railing to grab her, but she let go and her face, -her eyes looked into my
eyes as her head got smaller and smaller, plummeting to the first floor!
Is she dead?
