the clearness of disparity

I’m coming around. Drugged of all the prescriptive nuances of asking for forgiveness from my self, I finally got tired of altruistic notions about reality and could-have-beens. It’s been a while since I’ve wasted precious scraps of sanity with fiendish bottles, which would have been a good joke on sober moments. I’m still not running out of fickle reasons to defend my procrastination, but I think I’m doing fine

Still rallying for difference. But I know it would be coming around soon. As for loathing myself for not trying too hard to break away from the mercy of nicotine, I would find means.

So help me god.
:D