Emo Post- 1 in a Million

You know it already: pain, misery, sadness, confusion, endless nights, daylight that comes too soon, all that bullshit.

I'm not talking about any of it.

I'm talking about shame and lack of self-worth.

And addiction.

Not to something else, it's exactly what you think it is- drugs.

Drugs are so pathetic. They make you pathetic. Sure, they lessen everything, but those are also the good things that are lessened.

I am pathetic. I huff inhalants. I pop pills. I smoke weed. Once an addict, always an addict.

Weed is a drug. It's not the drug itself that forms the addiction, it's the high. The high is addictive. It makes you go searching.

I like opiates the best. I like to not care and be chill and slur my words. I like to laugh at things that aren't funny.

Inhalants are, by a large stretch, the worst, most useless drug ever, but its all I have.

I feel sick when I look at myself in the mirror. If my mom knew, she wouldn't speak to me.

You have never known this low. This level of patheticness.

This is disgusting.

Why do I do this if I know how bad and idiotic it is?

I hate myself like I have never hated another person.

If I had a gun, I'd take myself out first.

Well, maybe second, after Michael Moore, the fuckin dumbass.

He's such a fat faggot.