"Man up, Nikki," he tells me. He thinks I'm shaking because I'm scared. Little does he know I'm shaking because I raided the medicine cabinet and took what I could, washed down with a lukewarm Red Bull. My hands are shaking, and they will be for a while.
My cuts are aching. I know it's bad to relapse once. But twice in one night? It's not even six. I'm going to bleed through these sweatpants. And I couldn't clean the razor.
Maybe MCR was a bad music choice, but it's too late for that now.
My fingers are fumbling over the keys. You should just see me try to write. Studying will be fun.
The name is Nik.
"Then, all of a sudden, something very spooky started happening. Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I’d never get to the other side of the street. I thought I’d just go down, down, down, and nobody’d ever see me again."
-Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
"Man up, Nikki," he tells me. He thinks I'm shaking because I'm scared. Little does he know I'm shaking because I raided the medicine cabinet and took what I could, washed down with a lukewarm Red Bull. My hands are shaking, and they will be for a while.
My cuts are aching. I know it's bad to relapse once. But twice in one night? It's not even six. I'm going to bleed through these sweatpants. And I couldn't clean the razor.
Maybe MCR was a bad music choice, but it's too late for that now.
My fingers are fumbling over the keys. You should just see me try to write. Studying will be fun.
