Drugs Do Work

I’m having a drugsurrection.

I let myself died. She pulled the trigger, yes, but I’m not blaming her. I’m the one who gave her the gun and asked her to pull the trigger. So she did. And I was dead.

For a week.

Nobody helped me but the drugs. They helped me cure without saying a word. How convenient is that?

Not like people, drugs never lie. But they cover up something. They always do. Mostly pain.

Now I’m running out of them. Not even to the end of this week. By then I have to stay alive without them. Can I?

You know what funny about all this? I had seen it. And I also saw what me-and-she-not-we gonna see.

Oh I really need more drugs.

Or…maybe…

a total stranger to talk to.

Yup. A pretty one, please ;)