Going on 2am. Haven't been up alone this late in a long time.
I'm scared. Feeling gross. Feeling alone.
Worried.
Tomorrow surgury.
Tomorrow pain.

I've never felt the need for someone.
The want, yes.
Not Need.

Tonight I need someone.
It hurts.

Mistakes. I make them.
Found speed in an old box.
Just a bump.
What could it hurt?
HA!

I was an addict.
I will always be an addict.
Good to know, no?

San Francisco is beautiful at night from a rooftop.



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