still just radiation
ɪ'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʀᴍs
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴ
ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ sᴀɪᴅ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ
ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴜɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀғғᴏʀᴅ
ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʀɪsᴇ
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2013 Chey fucks me up a lot.
After getting separated from Anarchy and shoved back into the foster care system at the end of 2010, he just sort of succumbed to the hopelessness he’d been fighting during his time on the streets; he felt certain that 'Key was dead and he just...stopped caring about himself, about life. Cared about dope and not feeling anything and that was just about it. In foster care he acted out; stole drugs, hurt himself, tried to sneak out a few times. Overdosed for the fuck of it, just generally wasted himself as best he could. Once he got out of foster care, Chey just returned to what he knew...heroin and sex work. And in 2012 and 2013 he really lost sight of himself: he did what he could for a fix, whether that was selling his body, selling narcotics, or selling stolen goods. His withdrawal-fueled smash-and-grabs are still a great source of guilt for him, and while he never did mug anyone, he knows he considered it and that eats at him. He played tough during the day; dealt and dosed and stole if he had to. He carried a knife for self protection and intimidation and if a Situation were to take place today, he's retained that instinctive hand-drift. At night he sold himself or "danced" and shoved his knife into one of his platform boots because his "evening wear" didn't tend to have pockets. He got arrested no less than four times in two years, spent almost five months in jail total. He was cold and closed off and nothing like himself.
...I'm so glad he turned it around. I'm so glad he managed to find himself again.