NaomiAnna
I keep back tracking, like why does it have to always go back to you, why cant it be back to the one before you? what about him? her? but no, its always you, back tracking to the one i first loved, the one i first felt true life with... I thought memories would be great, but your my only track
it felt grade to have this gold, vibrantly surrounding me as i sat in the middle of the room, i felt like a billionaire who had just turn all his money into bars, i felt unstoppable, i felt like i could cure any world problems, although it wasn't my money, ill at least take a few of the mans bars, after all, hes dead so what can he do with it?
Looking back at the days that have pasted about my starting days off work and my ending days of work have fulfilled my life times duty as a worrier to the world. I've filled my time saving and giving my life a dangerous mission for my country and my people. ill never regret it.
I am to grateful to how he held me, how he kissed me, how he cared every moment we spent next to each other, how he'd waste time just listening to me and caring for my troubles, he was everything to me and i was everything to him, and i am going to be nothing without him, and now hes gone.
I was sitting at the stop light, changing the bags up and writing down my numbers, the deal was to make the exchange in 5 mins, the money was coming hard for the 4 pounds. I was now the dealer, and now I'm the criminal.
It felt like the drugs were hitting me hard, the images in front of me were getting fuzzier by the minute. i couldn't see my boyfriends face who was lying next to me, the needle still pined in my arm, the warm and cold rushes in my face. i was Deranged and i didn't know this feeling was great.