I know I’m a hot mess and I come to terms with it. Quick aside: kids don’t do drugs

Just these Jezzies won’t ever experience my life, and I debeudge them of it. We all had our lot in life, some good, some nice day good. I can’t deal with that. It fucking sucks, but as is the world of the world.

But what I can’t stomach is the stories after stories of these beauty babies and ripped away from their mothers and then given yellow plastic identification I was reading the stories last night feeling despair. I’m not a crier but I came cross.

This isn’t a cry for help for be being an addict I probably don’t have many more years to give and in a sick way I hope I’m not around enough before things get too, too bad