deathbyjordan

It makes me feel terrible to take ecstasy, then after I'm done rolling to fight with my boyfriend.
I have no emotional control.
My mind won't stop moving, I can't sleep, can't eat. But that's the speed talking.
He said he would never lie to me like that again and I hope to god he's telling the truth, because I want more than anything in the world to believe him.
Too many drogas this weekend. I'm going to slow it down so I can get my work done.
Thanksgiving in two days,
I want home, my mother, my horse, my dog, and a big bowl of tortilla soup.
And a cozy bed.