Ronnie said we should move in together.
I said okay,
Done with my mom;
Done with living with some whore, really.
She wasn't crazy about the idea,
but what the fuck is she gonna say?
She is fucking working the corner...
We moved into his too-crammed for life apartment.
but I don't give a fuck.
I'm out of my house.
And get sex whenever I fucking please.
I mean, without my mom up my ass.
Life is getting better.
More meth.
More sex.
More Ronnie.
And, I might be trying a new drug tonight...
Life is definitely looking up.
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My Monster
PoesiHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
