I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People who do not believe me naive or innocent, but who challenge my keenest wisdom, who have the courage to treat me like a woman in spite of the fact that they are aware of my vulnerability.
I drank a whole bottle of whiskey last night trying to forget a memory as it was happening.
My best friend spent her paycheck buying off that dealer with the bruised knuckles & bloodshot eyes. Yet her mother overdosed when she was only five.
My brother fell in love with a girl who had seven tattoos, & wore too much makeup. Six months later I found him face first on the bathroom floor next to an empty cup.
We all will eventually die of something.
Drugs,alcohol, & love
Just seem to be the fastest ways out.