This doesn’t bother me.

          What people say about me won’t bother me…

                         Shouldn’t bother me.

                                  But here it is, still bothering me.

                                          When the drunk bliss is gone,

                                                  and my distracting hangover is past-

                                            Reality likes to show me what a waste I really am.

hiphop-hooray asked: HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY RACHEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥

THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH JOY, ♥ !

Look how quick

                     it

                        all

                          comes

                                  down.

I’m going through a little detox, 

           So let’s sit down, have real talks.

 I won’t say I’m addicted, 

          I just always opened the door when opportunity knocked.

Which just happened a lot.

 Even if I closed the door, 

           Opportunity would aim at my window and start throwing rocks.

So what’s this difference now,

         Why now do I choose to walk?

Well I got caught.

I guess with how often I went under, it’s no shock.

But I’m not in trouble, 

Thank god, not put under any key or lock.

Got a fair warning, 

          Decided I should skip the hot box.

                   While I’m at it, throw away the ‘secret stash’ pill box.

But I did it less for myself, 

           and more for you.

                                   But love makes this shit easier to get through.