And I had the last thing my dead friend gave me in 2015 before he died… he knew that too. But decided to lie to me and now is not taking responsibility. Told me he couldn’t remember anything in there… I had a couch, a bed, a bunch of kitchen stuff, and much more.

The dude I work for wa supposed to be storing my stuff safely. Just found out he lied to me and never paid his fees to store it for a year and let my stuff get thrown out and when I asked him about it he said he’s not taking responsibility. Been lying to me about having my stuff for months. A clown

My whole life, I felt out of place. Lost. Scared. Like I didn’t belong.
But the whole time, I wasn’t broken I was just unique. A construct of everything I survived.
Brave enough to feel it all, and still keep going.

Addiction isn’t about the substance it’s about how the substance makes you feel. Gamblers aren’t addicted to a deck of cards.
The opposite of addiction is connection.

“Searchin' for someone to tell me who I really am,
I don't know when I look in the mirror”

[oc] aurelia.

Been drawing a bit and testing brushes inbetween work!

Pt 3

Pt 2

I miss taking pictures pt 1

Thinking about having some type 3 fun tonight

Being 26 and feeling like you’ve wasted your life is a different type of struggle, spent 6-7 years in alcohol and drug addiction only to come out and see all my old friends thriving… I may be sober but I’ll forever be a bum in their eyes

To love you was to be cast into the ocean,
stripped of breath, stripped of knowing,
left to sink or be saved by a miracle I could no longer name.

And even as the salt filled my lungs,
I clung to the hope
that drowning in you might somehow feel like coming home.