there was a point when my life was all about sex, maryjane, alcohol, and music.
it was an extremely potent combination but it gave me the fix i needed- that blurry, hazy, i-can-barely-stand feeling really gave me what i thought i wanted.
i always figured i needed a break from reality and these 4 elements took me 'there' to that special place-
the land of hakuna matata ( no worries)
i was trippin on orgasm after orgasm, pleasure after pleasure- killing myself slowly...softly ( of course)
sooo me..bing the little aristotle wannabe i am- came up with the not so well formed theory no, philosophy that life was all about pleasure- more specifically physical /sexual pleasure.
therefore for me love=sex=life (and a little vodka shot on the side..hmm yum)
and so i figured that if ur not having any good sex then its not love then its not LIFE.
but then i met her and i found the most passionate form of life/love ( it might sound corny, shit it actually does but fuck it its tthe way i feel)
i havent had sex with her.. no, i havent even kissed my girlfriend in 2 weeks and not once did my heart stop beating in time with her every laugh,blink,breath.
i cant see anyone outside of her nor do i feel the impulse ( i used to feel about a yr ago)to want to have sex with anyone else coz fukc it, it just wouldnt be sex-
it'd be a weak act of shallow selfish stupidity -
i just realised that i dont need sex to love.
i dont need alcohol to live-
i dont need drugs....