Baked Witch

Death naps.

Soon I will be out of drugs.

Reckless behavior incoming.

I’ve been trying to keep my chin up and see the point.

But I don’t. I’m pretty thrilled about mortality.

I was actually disappointed when I woke up.

I’m truly a sad person. Without the people around me that love & care, I might devolve into some tangled … thing. Covered in dirt using cardboard as a blanket.

My only excuse anymore is that I’ve drowned the good brain cells & fried what was left.

I don’t really want to do much with my life anyways.

Withering away, dying alone in my sleep in a hospice care center that reeks.

No one will visit me.

I’m lying if I say that doesn’t bother me. I’d like for someone to endure the smell of piss to say their goodbyes to me.