My phone got ripped off today. It made me realize how little I have, and how much I love the fucking things I do have. I loved that phone. It had all my numbers on it, and all my dates and dealers and friends and family knew me at that number. Now some piece of shit has it. I know where his girlfriend and kids live, and I'm gonna go shoot out all his windows with fucking paintballs. I may never see my phone again, but he won't make any money off it either. He'll have to spend his phone-stealing profits fixing his house. Stupid fucking cunt!!!
I am so depressed. I wake up dopesick enough to wish death on myself every morning and get that way again quicker and quicker each day. I can't do anything about it. I want to die..
6 months ago