I’ve been doing too much coke. My hair is thinning, my skin looks like s***, I’m not sleeping enough, I’m angry all the time, and of course I’m f****** broke. Time to chill and use my head.

I admitted to my boyfriend that I’ve been getting carried away with b*******. He told me that it was okay, that he’d give me money if I needed it to take care of myself. I thanked him for not getting mad and he said, “getting mad will only make things worse” and that means the world to me not to have it thrown in my face.

I just want to be in his arms again. Covid makes weekly visitation so hard. Cameras, masks, no touching for only an hour. I’m lonely. When he’s around I feel safer. He makes me happy. Can’t not include that we have a great s** life and those intimate moments tangled up with him are dearly missed.. Only a few more weeks and I won’t have to be alone all the time any more.

1000% know what I want and that’s him. Gotta be better for him.