We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 7
I flip onto my left side with a huff. Not comfortable. I flipped to my right side facing the bathroom. Still uncomfortable. Rolling on my back, I slammed my arms down on the bed beside me, “UGHH!”. All damn day today my mind has been relentless. My mood is in a funk, my head won’t stop freaking turning. All the things I usually try to bury deep down inside of me have been playing on repeat, like my brain is playing some sick joke. It greased its wheels and now they won’t stop turning. “f**k this, I need a smoke.” I muttered to myself in the darkness of my room. I grab a hoodie from beside my bed and slip it on. It still smells like Deacon, giving me some comfort in my time of need. Walking to my nightstand, I opened the small drawer and grabbed a joint. Shiitt. Looks like I need to
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
