Blogs

Stuff I've finished:

Fiction

The Stranger Albert Camus
Shoplifting from American Apparel Tao Lin
The Plague Albert Camus
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Philip Dick
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Hunter Thompson
Less than Zero Bret Ellis
The Man in the High Castle Philip Dick
Cosmopolis Don DeLillo
The Broom of the System David Wallace
American Psycho Bret Ellis
every published Sherlock Holmes story Arthur Doyle
a handful of Poe's short stories
a small Kafka collection

Nonfiction/Essays

Mathematics: A Very Short Introduction
The Trial and Death of Socrates Plato, et al.
Letter to a Christian Nation Sam Harris
The Myth of Sisyphus Albert Camus
The Coming Insurrection some goofy French terrorists with pretensions to eloquence/profundity
How to Be an Existentialist Gary Cox
Anarchism: A Very Short Introduction
Nietzsche: A Very Short Introduction
Foucault: A Very Short Introduction


Stuff I own, but have yet to finish/am too lazy to begin/can't get into atm but still wish to read in full:

Fiction

The Magicians Lev Grossman (unfinished)
Infinite Jest David Wallace (unfinished)
The Magus John Fowles (unfinished)
Neuromancer William Gibson (unfinished)
Gravity's Rainbow Thomas Pynchon (unopened)
No Country for Old Men Cormac McCarthy (unfinished)

Nonfiction/Essays

Consciousness Explained Daniel Dennett (unfinished)
Madness and Civilization Michel Foucault (unfinished)
The Concept of Mind Gilbert Ryle (unfinished)
Lies My Teacher Told Me James Loewen (unfinished)
Discipline and Punish Michel Foucault (unopened)
Walden and Civil Disobedience Henry Thoreau (unfinished)
Probability: A Very Short Introduction (unfinished)
Yo, that wasn't me. That was my disease.
Addiction?
Cunning, baffling, electrical, powerful, mechanical, insidious, dangerous, solid yet squishy and operating on a principle similar to radar, only different.
But unstable and FLYING out of everything.
Or was that my universal remote...
The entire "disease" model of addiction is wrong.
People create theories in an attempt to understand various phenomena, as time passes, many of these theories are proven to be incorrect, or merely inadequate and slapped together by persons who lack the knowledge and experience to assimilate and articulate a more cohesive understanding of the events in question.
Fire . . . pretty, wow, neato... oh no, it burns, damn, the house is on fire... ohmygawd fire is awful, bad, terrible, stay away from it because it destroys things. I will never do fire again! In fact I will gather together groups of other people who have all done fire, and sit around talking about why fire is awful, to make myself feel better.
Yeah, well, okay. If that works for you, fabulous. But ya know what? It's not the "correct" solution. The entire disease concept of addiction, could be applied to just about anything and be equally wrong - or more specifically, incomplete. Because when you come down to it, your "disease" is being a human being, and your life is just a relapse from death.
And the headspace you're in when you're actively using drugs... it's not all that different from the one that many of the people on the planet maintain throughout their lives. Most people are not all that deliriously happy or thrilled with things, most of the time. The only thing that separates you from them, is you have partially learned something they don't know about. If you're feeling like shit, or even if you're feeling really good, and just wanna get high - you have the knowledge that when you bring this or that molecule into your bloodstream and it attaches to the receptors it likes; everything's the same, but somehow totally different.
Having learned this, you cannot unlearn it.
What all this means is: congratulations, you're human. Human beings are born to get high and seek altered states of consciousness. Sex, drugs, rock n' roll, religion, little kids spinning around in circles until they get dizzy. It's all the same thing.
If you have the specific goal of moving away from drug dependence, because due to various circumstances, the drugs in question are no longer "working" for you, or the consequences of continued use -- in current society -- are too high a price to pay. I can offer some very basic, and relatively simple advice.
To simplify and condense things: drug-dependence involves a complex series of inter-related systems; psychology, biology and neurology. We can for example demonstrate that a specific strain of rat -- genetically bred to be extremely susceptible to "addiction" -- upon exposure to a particular molecule, will suddenly STOP HITTING THE LEVER.
Now this is interesting, 'cuz I mean, what happened...? Did the rat go to rodent therapy and work out its lousy childhood, gain insight into its self-destructive behavior, and connect itself to a higher power of its understanding? Uhm... Probably not. The only higher power it has come into contact with is the God whose religious tomes can be found under the heading: molecular pharmacology.
However, this is the part where it all spins in the opposite direction, because if the rat had a higher level of cognitive function, it would take it very little time to arrive at the understanding, "hmmm, I'm a rat, trapped in a cage, getting stuck with sharp objects. The only thing I have to look forward to is that they're gonna kill me pretty soon and throw me in the garbage. Ya know what, fuck this, why don't I hit that lever a few thousand more times, it's not like things could possibly get any worse.
My habit for starting but not finishing art works must be pretty apparent by now lol,
The idea of this one is a mermaid, and there was to be like the rusty underneath bit of a boat and an anchor the chain of which the mermaid was to be grasping as she luers the viewer to the depths with her glance to die as in the traditional myth of mermaids. Oh and also there were to be lots more fish swiming around just because they are pretty no other reason. Although I think I fucked up because tropical fish don't live in the ocean do they... doh...


in·vid·i·ous; [in-vid-ee-uhs]
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calculated to create ill will or resentment or give offense; hateful
The other day I had a thought: what if all transoceanic trade ceased overnight? The economies of the developed world have been shifting for the past three decades from reliance on industry to reliance upon services, spurred by the explosion of information that led to the rise of all sorts of service-based professions. In other words, if shipments of cheap teak tables and turbofan hairdriers from all over the globe were to stop, suddenly, how adept would our developed societies be at a return to building our own goods?

Wouldn’t it be interesting to see if we could build big again, but this time using the philosophy of sustainability learned during our transformation into post-industrial society? Sure, there are such projects underway, here n there; small fries really, but a unified voice and effort is what is required to reach the goals we've set anytime in the near future. The falling apart of the Kyoto Protocol is a sad example of how a brighter future has taken a backseat to (and bitchslap from) petty national interests. We're still commiting the sins of industrial society and the rotting, undead corpse of that era we've been too lazy to bury is burying us instead.

Maybe the failing of democracy is that the anonymity of it helps us feel less ashamed at voting for some asshat of a politician who will fight to make our lives cushier in the short term, cost paid for by robbing from the future. After all, we could have voted for the man who promised to change the world, but it was easier to call idealism foolish and elect the lesser of two evils instead. 'Cheaper whiskey and smokes? Where do I sign?! Wait, what was that about the pipeline through my backyard? Hey... Hey!'

I keep hoping that one day we'll wake up from our collective coma. It seems like all the voices out there are tainted with ignorance. Misguided passion is even more harmful than not having any at all. I can't help but think a lot of the bullshit would disappear if we woke up one day to find we'd have to make our own tea cups and iphones. It seems like only then will we realize a world in which people learn to demand more from themselves than they do of others.
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of or pertaining to a process involving a randomly determined sequence of observations each of which is considered as a sample of one element from a probability distribution
I'm sure this isn't a new phenomenon, but whenever friends or myself enjoy ketamine we often indulge in sessions of self hypnosis.

It's not conventional hypnosis. We get hypnotized by watching base jumping playlists on youtube.

It's awesome. The footage takes a hold of us. Taking us to places we'd probably be too scared to go IRL.

Highly recommended.
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of or pertaining to the condition that, in an interval of sufficient duration, a system will return to states that are closely similar to previous ones (the assumption of such a condition underlies statistical methods used in modern dynamics and atomic theory)
I know I have anxiety problems, I'm seeing a therapist about it, and it has gotten a lot better. We figured out that it is moderate to severe anxiety. Mostly social anxiety but also generalized anxiety.

I was going to a club the other day, my favourite club, and a relatively famous DJ was going to be there. He posted a status about where was playing this weekend so I made a comment saying something like "woohoo! can't wait for [club I was going to]". Anyway, he ended up messaging me saying "hey, see you at [the club] ... come say hello :)". Then we chatted a bit, like he asked me where I'm from, etc. He asked who I was going with. (I didn't know if that also meant asking if I had a boyfriend.) I wasn't sure WHY he was messaging me. I mean, he has a gazillion fans (he has so many FB friends that he can't add anyone else). So I was wondering if maybe he was just looking for someone to sleep with? (A lot of guys at that club are always asking that ... well a lot of guys in general are.) So I'm not sure. It was all through facebook messaging too.

Anyway, I left to go to another party, and then I went to that club where he was playing. I was still unsure why he was messaging me and I wasn't sure if I would say hi to him or not. I wanted to - I mean it would be soooo cool to meet him!!! (He's such an awesome DJ!) But I just got worried. Would he know who I was? Did he just want to sleep with me aka ignore me since I was with my boyfriend? When I got home after the party, I saw that he asked for my cell number too. Urg.

But anyway, I completely wimped out!! I listened to his set (which was incredible BTW) and then just left! I mean, I was going to head out when his set was done anyway (11:30 AM is a bit late to still be partying lol). But I wanted to say hi! I wanted to say "hey, I met this guy". But I didn't. Ugh. I was just so nervous about it! Now I keep obsessing over what I DIDN'T do. I wish I wasn't like this!!!!!!!! I wish I had taken the opportunity. Maybe next time he's in the city but that probably won't be for a few months at least.

:(
This is my first blog post on this forum. Not sure what to expect, but I truly believe posting here will be much better than creating a new thread every time I feel suicidal or like a wreck. It'd certainly help out the moderators in doing their job of cleaning up the forum.

Any how...let's see...what am I feeling today...

Melancholy. I feel very melancholy. I miss how things use to be, but at the same time I welcome change and look forward to the future. My mind is stuck in the past however, hoping what I once thought was truth will one day become reality. I know deep down in my gut though that will not happen.

I think back to all those past relationships I've had, and how they ultimately ended. They are all torn apart from me, ripped away, slowly and painfully. Even the ones that never existed in reality, hurt to see torn away from me. It hurts so much to face reality, to see the truth in things. I know it's so wrong to say, but I'd rather live in an illusion and not know any better than live in truth and see things for what they truly are.

No, that can't be right.

It's only the case when I'm hurting. When the truth is something I can not face, I want no part of it. When it's something I want, I crave it. Is this wrong, is this selfish? No, fuck that. Being happy with myself is what I need, I have every right to be be selfish, to be happy.

I have every right to be happy. I have every right to be anything and everything I want to be. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be loved.

I wish I didn't care so much for other people. I want to not give a fuck about anybody but myself. And I know I can, I just need the strength to do so. Caring for everyone else leaves me forgetting who I am, leaves me writing these silly sentences that don't quite make sense but somehow string together to make an abstract concept in your mind of what I might be feeling. Ha! That only makes sense because it exists.

I'm a lost soul. A lost soul. I am a lost soul. A lost soul. What is a lost soul? A spirit, wandering around...searching for something? If that is the case, we are all so lost.
i never make a huge fuss over my birthday. i do my best not to tell anyone who doesn't already know.
i don't want or expect anything for my birthday.
but this year i did - i wished she would have sent me a message. i wish i could speak to her and see her... but to her i no longer exist. i'm tipping she wouldn't even remember that it's my birthday today...

somehow i am meant to let go of what once was. it ain't easy. a constant struggle. on a good day she might only cross my mind once. on other days it's constantly in the forefront of my mind. i miss her so much it hurts. sometimes i lie awake at night thinking about it all as a dull pain covers my chest.

i am still trying to comprehend just exactly how much of a fool i was.
when i lived abroad i never told anyone when my brithday was coming up. i made a point of not saying anything and much prefered my birthday to pass without any fuss or anyone wishing me a happy birthday.
this year has been no different, only accept i'm no longer abroad i am living back when i grew up and family keep mentioning my birthday coming up, friends keep mentioning what am i doing for it and to be totally honest i would rather not acknowledge it and just the day pass like it was just another day.

i am so good at trying to avoid celebrating and acknowledging my own birthday that i forget about it myself. the one thing that reminds me that it's my birthday is that fathers day is always near, which just passed on the weekend.

i would be lying if i said it's not a nice feeling when people, friends, family, etc.. write a happy birthday msg on your facebook wall, or send you a txt msg, especially from people that you haven't heard from in a while. it feels good, sure... but deep down i don't really feel like it's anything worth celebrating... celebrating a birthday is about another year of your life that you've lived on this planet, the past year since your last birthday... when i stop and think about it, the past year of my life on this planet isn't much celebrating about.

i have gained nothing and lost so much at th esame time.

i was cleaning through some stuff just a few days ago and found a birthday card for my last birthday from a person who means so much to me. she wrote:
thanks for being you, don't ever stop being you every moment with you is cherished. love xxxx
now as my next birthday comes around, that same person is gone... gone as a result of my at actions.
she's still alive living her life, but i'm as good as dead to her.

i would trade in all the birthday wishes and messages in the world just fo rher to talk to me. say yellow. it's th eonly wish i have this birthday is for her to talk to me but i know it wont happen and the thing is i don't blame her.

if anything i hate to celeberate my birthday is because of the disappointment i have within myself. i'm supposed to be happy about another year lived on this planet when really it has been nothing less than the biggest disappointing year of my life.

don't get me wrong, i will be forever greatful for the friends i do have, and the family that has always been there for me, but the fat i managed to destroy the best relationship, the best bond i have ever had, far greater than i ever thought would be possible, is a burden i struggle to deal with every single day.

i am so angry and disappointed, the only faith i can find is artificial. faith that i managed to create within my own head, but deep down in my heart it's shattered, empty, helpless.

the only thing that keeps me going is my head, my natural instrinct to fight another day and continue to fight and try to believe in something great.... but at the times when i become exhasuted from consciously trying to fool myself, i realise that my pursuit for happiness is relentless, especially when i had it with someone and somehow chose to destroy it so goddamn well.
The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I’m sitting here refreshing my inbox.

We lived trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every movement smoothly following the gentle curve of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn’t involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn’t involve tempering my life to better fit someone’s expectations. It doesn’t involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. This is very important so I want to say it as clearly as I can. FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
but dont know why. everything is going fine. nothing is the matter. still i feel a huge void in my life. is it love i'm searching for? i fantasize daily about packing what I can fit in my car and taking off on a solo journey. my career that ive began here seems utterly pointless and i'm completely bored of it. it makes me resent technology. i do not want to live life based on a world of screens surrounding me. i want to get back to basics, rewind the clock to the days when things were unplanned and unsynchronized and chances were left up to fate. no google, no facebook, no wayfinding apps that tell me exactly how to get where i'm going. where's the romance and learning in that? i crave adventure, i feel like i need to see the world. i dont need to sit idly and stack up coin to save up for 'the american dream'. that is most certainly not something i can see myself settling into. i've always been, at my essence, a loner, and without that independence you get from traveling solo i don't think i will ever feel alive. i get this feeling that change is gonna come. i have nothing tying me down here. my job. my cat. my 'boyfriend' who will not put labels on things. but these things are all temporary. nothing is permanent or set in stone. now what to do.....
This is something I've pondered for as long as I can remember, in one way or another, since what age 3? Age 4? I have only brief snippets of recollections of various branches of Christians (Jehova's Witnesses, Presbyterian, Catholic, Evangelical, Episcopalian, to what I define as fundamental cult Christians, insisting they had no name, but held traveling tent meetings. While this so called "God" ancient Judiaism/Christians on one hand gush over the divine love and virtues no human could hope to compare to, the contradictions written in The Bible, The Koran, and even Paganism, or any organized "religion"-left me fearful, puzzled, and later as a rebel, angry and challanging many leaders and followers.

I questioned atheists, fundamentalists, Catholics, you name it. Leaders claiming spiritual enlightenment or regarded as such by whatever congregation or clan of followers had indicated I was surely going to hell because God does not want rebels, most especially not a young girl or woman. Priests, ministers, elders, or whatever the hell they called themselves didn't expect the herd to agree. They expect obediance, which is what God wants. I was blatantly acting disobediant of God and was pretty sure I was going to hell, whatever that was, at age 30.

I wanted athiests or even Jehova's Witnesses to be the truth, as neither of them believed or taught that fornicaters and dope fiends or even Hitlers suffer indefinite torment after what we call life here has ceased. I had fully accepted at age 28 and 29, I'd probably be dead sometime in my 33rd year of life, as the painkillers would finally stop my breathing, heart, or kidneys and then finally this hell. Suicide by oblivion (pills/carbon mo poison) soo seductive, but if the atheists and JW preaching I feared was wrong, I'd be fucked. I researched, and researched, questioned any and everyone.

The research, years, questioning and seeking thus far in my heart of hearts says to me the money, materials, sex, unquesting obediance to any person, is not of God. In fact, "God" is just that--perfect, flawless, not of form, certainly not of ego. Humans are all flawed, and while any faith may have had good intentions--the nature of humanity through out history demonstrates egos take over and that's that. Narcotics Anonymous called them defects of character. Quantuum physics, from what I understand anyway, matter, dark matter, the Universe, bodies were all created from thought, but the laws of physics regarding form is forever changing and finite.

"God" I define as energy of the highest vibrational frequency pure, constant, love/joy, wheras we experience an existence called duality. If you think I'm out in left field, no surprise, I am but "The Holographic Universe" "The Disappearance of the Universe," "Why God Will Not Go Away," "A Course in Miracles" to name a few use science and spirituality/faith to explain in vivid detail how it is that God did NOT create the world, and It certainly did NOT create finite bodies. We are actually not REALLY here, but this thing called ego, kinda like a non entity force we bought into, has us tricked into this collective "Mind" that has divided.

Before the Universe and perhaps the Universe before this one that existed, and however far back, "we" were simply unidivided, as one in and with "God" or "It." You all no doubt reading this must think I'm a babbling fool. I don't even claim I'm right and that's it. It's very difficult to efficiently explain or even to begin an attempt to grasp the concept of what the fuck I'm talking about. I can only suggest, check out those books, read some of the other Gospels that the church elders tried to destroy such as the Gospels of Judas and Mary. Trying to answer your question as to why religions act controlling and demand what they do from followers--is because the true source is not from love or God, but it's of ego the world of the finite.

In closing, I fail every day, but try to forgive the evils of what is not really "us." Easier said than done, but bringing unconscience guilt and looking at it with "It" spiritual guide, helps the healing eliminating the need for trying to rid our own hate by projecting violence onto others, as the ego says thats how to be rid of it. Throwing hate outward to me is equivalent to throwing a bucket of dung over others scattered everywhere, but the shit eventually comes back. Practicing forgiveness is really about healing your own fractured, shattered pieces and once that's done, we don't have to be "here" or appear to reincarnate anymore.

The Disappearance of the Universe and A Course in Miracles say simply God did NOT create the world. From my perspective, it sure as fuck explains alot. How indeed could such pain, torment, and sickness that is the human race, certainly fallable be created from perfection? Love can only create love. I'm gonna shut up now.
Was it worth it?

Well, it was only 2 bags. I don't plan to use anymore after this for a while. I'm using very little.

And I had a great time tonight hanging out with friends... and a delicious dinner too! <3

Also, a margarita. Klonopin. Nicotine, caffeine. Cannabis. Heroin. I've got nothing but good feels in my brain... I know it won't last...

But the sun has risen, my girlfriend is lying in bed waiting for me to come cuddle and I will listen to my iPod for a little bit before I actually let myself sleep. Maybe.
Haven't touched any opiates and still have been only smoking weed. I also got my apartment on the 17th and it's a two bedroom. Not only that but I am in college now! It feels good to be back in school. Wow everything is going well for once and I can finally say that things are looking up, crazy.
I love the color purple. Kinda went over last entry, long story short, I'm still with the company. I tried to blog about a week or so ago, but BL login kept insisting I was not entering correct password. Am glad the glitch is worked out, as I do love this site plus it's the only place I've long since been bothering to blog at all, however infrequently. I'm happy with my work, and my living situation, the only thing that sucks is the money, but I'm not leaving work, so no point getting upset. Being at a place 7 years and the longest time in my life of reliable, steady, income, even if it is a pittance, is way better than what I know I will have if I actually managed to get hired somewhere else, HA, I think to myself letting out a sarcastic laugh.

It's not even about having to party and chasing a high anymore, but finally experiencing the ability through trial and error having to maintain a habit and a full time job. Want to is out of the question, it's have to in terms of the habit, since maintaining and leveling out my using, enough to be able to function, but not the tweaker that had been a binge user 2006 and before, highs pure ecstasy to be sure, but harsh consequences getting in way over my head because as a binge user, that first little bitty .01cc had been enough to keep me way over the top. Stopping even just 2, 3, or 5 wks-or longer was when the dope worked soo well. TOO WELL.

I'm content in many/most ways, but a bit sad if I let myself think about it. It's all good though. I saw a lovely red wedding dress I wanted, which reminded me I still love and hold Erik precious to my heart, though we havent seen each other in over 7 years. That dress reminded me of him, and the sadness at sweet, happy memories of the little time we had. Two train wrecks to be sure, yet every night holding him in bed falling asleep with my arms around him or his wrapped around me made me aware just how desparately I craved that kind of touch, a deep bond that felt like being wrapped in a wave of complete acceptance but pierced with a pang of sadness knowing that the closeness of physical proximity, was only for a while.

The only consolation being that I knew in spite of being absent in body, the emotional bond would remain, no matter what. And indeed it has. Then, for some reason, after finishing "The Hunger Game" trilogy books, reading about Peeta made me jones for that closeness all over again. Why has that kind of guy/relationship always eluded me? Such a silly, sentamental woman I am, somehow always chasing after some pipe dream fairy tales of how I so desparately wish life COULD be. Even if Erik is beyond my physical grasp of being able to get this drug called hugs and love, I should be grateful the emotional bond is mutually there. I am loved from a distance. And I do very well in solitude, though sometimes I feel pangs of sadness wanting more. What is it anyway with dope fiends and more? It's all good. Peace out
Day 5 off of opiates...

Waiting, waiting, waiting... had some marijuana last night. Everyone is fucking broke.

My dreams however are filled with drugs... all the drugs you could ever ask for...

A couple of nights ago I had a dream that this floating syringe shot me up with heroin and in the dream I felt the greatest rush. I also dreamed I found a bucket full of Opana... but they were all the wrong colors! Like, 40mg Opana are yellow, but in my dream they were teal, etc... it was strange. I woke up before I got into the Opana... curses.

Then yesterday I had that same dream of having a softball size rock of cocaine and heroin, 1 of each... once again I woke up before I could indulge.

Last night I had a dream I was doing cocaine in the bathroom of somewhere familiar but I couldn't quite place it. I ended up getting caught by some security guard who took my fucking coke.

If sleep can't get my mind off drugs, what will? I have a fucking tin of old heroin baggies, there must be hundreds in there... why am I saving them? Who the fuck knows.

I just want to nod the days away and sleep through the nights...
I feel a sense of hollow disappointment. I blink. I look around. Yes, it's the same room I've awaken in for the past 26 years. It's the room I used to share with my little brother but now I share it with my girlfriend.

Today I did a bag and a half of Heroin, 6mg of Klonopin (possibly more, I don't remember), 50mg of Diphenhydramine, smoked a bowl of Sour Diesel and now I am drinking whiskey mixed with limeade and seltzer water.

My friend gave me a free bag of dope the other day, with the condition that I save it. I couldn't even save that shit for a day -- I did the extra bag of dope right in front of him.

Actually on Wednesday I was supposed to shoot up for the first time. I asked my friend to shoot me up with heroin. I was going to buy a pack of clean rigs (which I did anyway, because my friend started shooting up again after years of only intranasal use) and my girlfriend went through my phone (she says because she felt like something was "off" with me) and saw me asking him to boot me up... I felt like such a fool... her parents died from the needle; am I supposed to die from the needle too? She told me she'd leave me then and there if I went through with it... so I didn't go through with my plan. I bought a 10 pack of 30g insulin syringes from Walgreens and delivered them to my friend, who took them in lieu of some of the cash I owed him for some bags. And gave me a free one. But he was like I have to save it so I won't get sick. Meanwhile he's shooting half a gram a day and telling me I have to get my use under control because I snorted 13 bags one day... and then copped a bundle... I give him free shit all the time, no strings attached, he's a fucking grown man and can decide when he wants to do his drugs. I guess the only thing is that he didn't want to hear my whining about when he was gonna cop again.

I think he's fighting with his girlfriend and taking it out on me. Shit, if I wanted to be yelled at, I'd listen to my own girlfriend.

So I did heroin...

And I felt fucking good... but it didn't last...

I freaked out and called my therapist and I think he was high because he asked me if I was high and then made some stupid joke about -- "With you, it's either Maine or Mainlining..." (As in, go to rehab in Maine or start "mainlining" my shit. My therapist is a little crazy, but so am I... I think I'm getting that thing where you fall in love with your therapist because you're insane. It's really weird. He's way older than me and is going through a divorce and has 2 children but it would just be no strings attached casual sex. I think I am attracted to it because it's so wrong and so forbidden... He had a bunch of hash but he was too anxious to smoke it so I gave him a Klonopin... is all of this wrong? I love it, because it's so fucking wrong... Would any straight man turn down a blow job?? I don't like fucking guys, but I like giving blow jobs. What kind of weirdo bisexual am I? Maybe I should ask my therapist, for the lulz...

Ugh. anyway. I need to shower. I'm going to a Suboxone clinic in the afternoon. I don't think I'll be ready for induction. I guess I can try Methadone but I don't want to go through that fucking withdrawal either. Shit. Damned if you do, damned if you don't...

I'm just scared. I really want to do an inpatient detox/rehab but I have shitty insurance and I am also SCARED... so now I'm drinking whiskey and trying to catch a nod or respiratory depression. Either way is fine with me.

I am such a fool!
Ended up in a long deep conversation with my ex earlier today about the failure of our relationship and why we never made it back together again, I was pretty much almost in tears by the end of it, even though we have been split for 17 months now I still love her to bits. I'm happy to remain friends though, as we are best friends in the world.

I miss so much about being with her though, I miss having a beautiful face to wake up next to every morning. I miss the daily companionship, it is such a lonely life without her, I miss just hanging out at home on the couch watching TV together(on and off MXE!) One thing I miss so much though is talking about our plans for the future together, I used to get really excited talking about planning a family togetherr, and now that dream is a just a dream.

We had so many fun times together, whether outside or in the house, we never really run out of things to say or do, that means a hell of a lot IMO, there was never a shortage of laughter in our life as couple. We compliment each other perfectly, we are like a 2 piece jigsaw puzzle that fits perfectl!

I could talk to her about anything and everything, no matter how serious or silly, she is my soulmate and I threw it away because I thought the grass may be greener. That was officialy the worst decision I ever made in my life and it's taken 17 months to get myself into a place where being best friends is something that a I easily do,a although deep down I still feel the desire and my heart and gut are telling me to ask for one more chance.

It is so hard to find a reason to live each morning that I wake up, I only have myself to live for. life seems totally worthless without her, I miss having someone to love and care for everyday, I miss cooking romantic meals for the two of us( I've not properly cooked since we split. I would be living for two people if we got backt together, and I would put everything I have into making you the happiest girl in the world, which in turn would make me the happiest man on the planet!

I miss the smile on her face when we meet att the front door when the second person gets home from work and we have a huge loving squeezys hug. I love listening to her about her job and vice versass,

Most of all, I miss making the most special girl in the world feel loved as often as possible, mulltiple times a day. I adore her sweet smile and I would give anything to truly make her feel loved again. Absolutely anything in the world, I'd also keep her safe and would look after her when she is ill. I'd literally do anything for the girl.

That's right, I'd do absolutley anything and everything for the girl, because I love her more than I have ever loved anyone and I cant stand another month or two without you by my side.

<3




P.s. even after all that I just wrote, I am still 100% wanting to stay best friends. I just needed to ask one more time, especially after our conversation Sunday morning
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