Addict

It was hard. I didn't chose this lifestyle. But I let myself slip too much and now I'm too far deep into this crave that the idea of breaking it alone is enough to make me go crazy..er. I mean, it's not that I couldn't change, it's for what I would change for. There's nothing good to go home to, I'm already a trouble child. I'm not going to be able to afford collage one day, and while I'm bright, I'm not a scholarship worthy student. And no one's gonna love me. At least not while I'm still me. I hear from my moms that people change all the time, and maybe if I changed someone would get the time to know me, and try to pull me out of this, but I'm just gonna be known as the druggie, who hops houses cause her parents don't really want her home... Oh well, like I said, I'm not meant to go places...