An amazing story concerning drug addiction that really deserves a read. I have never reblogged a post before, but if you see this drop what you’re doing and start reading!
My name was Kristiana Elizabeth Dunton. I had long curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and was always told I had a million dollar smile.
Today my name is Trixie, My dark brown hair is stiff with hairspray and sticky with sweat, my normally vibrant eyes stare vacant and dazed, with eyeliner and mascara heavily adorning them. And not one person is saying I have a million dollar smile. Even if I were smiling, that is not what they are looking at.
I grab ahold of the tray of shot tubes on the table in front of me and plaster a fake (passable as a hundred dollar) smile on my face, and make sure to sway my hips exuberantly as I stagger to a distant table of older men.
“Hey Trixie baby we’ll take five of those off your hands,” called a stout, sweaty man in his forties. I didn’t…
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