Posted on October 16, 2013


I’ve had a blip.

A tiny one.

I keep entertaining the idea of something that’s bad for me.

A tiny hit, I tell myself.

Just one small moment. A little something something. To feel nice.

I hear myself tell people i’m over it.

I hear words leave my mouth, and I believe them.


But then as soon as i’m done, talking that is, I can feel the soundwave of disbelief hit me as my friends leave the room, and I start to question.

What am I talking about?

Who am I trying to convince?

Posted in: Journal, The Truth