I found it on rebloggy.com
I used to think a drug addict was someone who lived on the far edges of society. Wild-eyed, shaven-headed and living in a filthy squat. That was until I became one…
You were broken, so was I.
You were hurt, so was I.
You were crying, so was I.
You were depressed, so was I.
I fixed you, but you hurt me.
I was there for you, but you left me.
I wiped your tears, but you made me cry.
I was alone and depressed, but you did nothing.
I came for you, but you walked away and never came back.
how many calories do I burn when I run away from my problems?