lil-tweaka
Greenlighter
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- Oct 4, 2016
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I've never had too much self control, really. If I want something, I am going to get it. Both of my parents are active crystal meth addicts and have been for as long as I can remember. I've smoked weed since I was 14, tried vyvanse, xanax, klonipin, valium, adderall. A month or so ago, I found meth in my mom's bathroom while I was visiting. I've turned down meth many times before this, but this time, I took it and did 3 or 4 lines. I didn't like it that much because my jaw was sore and I sweated a fuck ton. But I did it again last week and stayed up for 5 days, nust redosing trying to get that high. I did 3 lines the day before yesterday, and finished off what I had left yesterday. Since then, I just feel empty. Like I don't want to talk to anybody and I don't want to see anybody, I just want to get high. And I know people to get it from, and I can get money for it whenever. I am probably going to. I don't want to be a slave to meth, really. But I love it. Speed is the only thing that makes me happy anymore. I know I'm going to be told not to buy it, but I'm probably going to. I just want to be happy but I don't want to end up like another statistic. This emptiness is killing me