I used to be sad all the time. Then I was ****ed up all the time. Then i started worrying that being ****ed up all the time could **** up my brain. So i just took a plane to Idaho, and there aint no one i know here, and my flight isn't for days, and i'm detoxing. But now, as I'm detoxing, I'm thinking that maybe having several days of sobriety is a terrible idea, and that if i'm sober, i'm just gonna be sad and begging for imminent unexpected death. On the plane to Idaho, I was praying the plane would explode, and every little air bump was hope followed by disappointment.
I made plans to detox while I was ****ed up... Because when I'm wasted I don't hate evrything and want to improve my life... But now that I am fiending, i think this whole discount rehab thing is a terrible idea...
Maybe i should look for shoes hung on telephone poles?