Myself And My Mind Are Two

Anxiety, my weed for the high.

Anxiety pulls an my chest constantly reminding me that somewhere along the day the constant mental abuse killed all my common brain cells and replaced them with worry. It's a constant reminder that I can't tell the difference between someone who will still cheat on you even after saying they love you like nothing and someone who actually loves me. It reminds me that I don't have a place I can call home, my mom's a fuck up, my dad is abusive asf, Dr. Phil is gay (throwing a joke in there), and nobody fucking appreciated me until my fuckin' lovely boi riles showed up. Sometimes all the little things ball up into a big thing. Like anxiety. How to help it? Cherrie from down the block's weed. Idek. i feel like nothing's actually for me. Years go too fucking fast, it's all a dull blur.

Nah jk I vape instead. Bought one from cherrie.