Okay, so I’m in my 40’s now But about 25-30 years ago i realized how much i wanted to be a girl. How i always felt like i was walking around in someone else’s skin.
About 20 of those years i used meth as a lightning rod or a funnel.. I could finally not only express myself. But also explore.. Wish it was just that but for anyone whose been into or around meth, you know there’s no happy endings for a junkie.
Self isolation. untreated social anxiety, depression, which were soon joined by paranoia shame and a f*** ton of regret..
Wish i could have left that room.. Put on a little dress and just came out and told everyone who might have a problem with it to go dine on some fresh herpie scabs and a side of Cold s***.. lol
FML.. At least i never really had a life seeing how i was so young when my drugging began.. cant miss something i never had.. i guess.. =
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