Hope Pusher

I manage to continue to deny offerings of chemical assistance and yet here I am at 2 am high as fuck on hope because of you. Fucking Hope Pusher.

I loved the feeling that I got in the side of my face when you messaged about your dads intervention. It hurt so good. Must have used some muscles I had forgotten long ago. You know that thing we used to do back in the day?

What was it called?

OHHH....SMILE!

I smiled because it was the giant dose of hope I had been dreaming of and sworn off just this morning.

I realize I may have never had you as a reader so let me get you caught up:

I am a dirty little hope junkie.

It is probably the real dope people need to go off of.

I call it hero juice.

Hope is that asshole that makes people think that they can solve the problem in front of them. Dope is the shit that makes you hopeless and lose all problem solving capabilities.

Tonight you messaged me when I convinced myself there was no hope of after denying your services. I felt like you knew who I was for a minute and now I can't sleep thinking about the day I don't go to bed writing you about my day but laughing about it with you instead.

I am high as fuck.

Damn you are good.