Ghosts from my past ones who have made it clear they don’t want to be a part of my life anymore have suddenly emerged in the form of a text message.

And this had to come at a time when I’m struggling to keep up with my REAL friends.

Someone shoot me.

I know I have issues to deal with, and that I have disappeared from the lives of many, but I promise I’m not doing drugs – at least not the strong ones.

Maybe that’s why I’m fucked up! I need stronger drugs. So, if you have a joint I can smoke you can be my friend.

Otherwise fuck off coffee will do.