I've had a horrid week, the come down from hell, and i wonder why i do it to myself . . .
It's all about fun, entertainment, youth, exploration etc, but what happens when it's not fun anymore? when the good outweighs the bad?
When it takes so much, and then the come down is murder. you can't afford it but you have to do it. How do you justify the expense, financially, mentally, physically??
and then no one understands but those who are in it too?
i thought i'd reached this point, where it had swallowed me whole and i had to get out,
i decided once to stop taking pills (and other drugs because i thought they fucked me up) and i changed nearly everything in my life, friends, location, studies, attitude, interests, but i was left with this mass hole like something was missing and this horrid fear that i didn't know who i was anymore, and then that itching temtation . . . and somehow i slipped back in to the scene, but in a different way, as a different person, now though it seems as though i'm back to where i was before but worse . . .
i talked to a guy on new years who said he borrowed $400 just for the night. and that was around what most people i knew (and me)were spending.
on an big night, say $50-$70 ticket, $150-$200 drugs . . . how do you justify this?? unless of course you do this once a month and have a good job, but most people i know are students who let things slip and slide just to be able to do this.
Is this in the pursuit of fun? merely a product of youth?? or is this something deeper, more sinister?
Is there some kind of mental if not physical addiction that keeps us coming back for more. Haven't you thought 'just one more sick event and i'll settle down' and doesn't there just seem to be one more exellent pill that you just have to try.
or am i just in the late comedown stage of intense paranoia . . . .
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"That which fulfills me . . . destroys me"
It's all about fun, entertainment, youth, exploration etc, but what happens when it's not fun anymore? when the good outweighs the bad?
When it takes so much, and then the come down is murder. you can't afford it but you have to do it. How do you justify the expense, financially, mentally, physically??
and then no one understands but those who are in it too?
i thought i'd reached this point, where it had swallowed me whole and i had to get out,
i decided once to stop taking pills (and other drugs because i thought they fucked me up) and i changed nearly everything in my life, friends, location, studies, attitude, interests, but i was left with this mass hole like something was missing and this horrid fear that i didn't know who i was anymore, and then that itching temtation . . . and somehow i slipped back in to the scene, but in a different way, as a different person, now though it seems as though i'm back to where i was before but worse . . .
i talked to a guy on new years who said he borrowed $400 just for the night. and that was around what most people i knew (and me)were spending.
on an big night, say $50-$70 ticket, $150-$200 drugs . . . how do you justify this?? unless of course you do this once a month and have a good job, but most people i know are students who let things slip and slide just to be able to do this.
Is this in the pursuit of fun? merely a product of youth?? or is this something deeper, more sinister?
Is there some kind of mental if not physical addiction that keeps us coming back for more. Haven't you thought 'just one more sick event and i'll settle down' and doesn't there just seem to be one more exellent pill that you just have to try.
or am i just in the late comedown stage of intense paranoia . . . .
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"That which fulfills me . . . destroys me"