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Bluelight I feel better than I have in a long time. Maybe my entire life. I have finally been able to put a clamp on the self hate. I am not saying I love myself but I do at least like myself. That's a pretty nice start I think. I went out last night for new years and had a pretty great time. Met 3 new interesting people in this new city. Found some "molly" off a guy that was some kind of stim but it was still fun. I then got to sing while my buddy played keyboard. I am horrible but holy fuck was it fun! 2014 was rough got arrested, went to rehab, had a horrendous suboxone kick then relapsed 2 hours off the plane and was right back on sub a month later. Disaster so it seemed! But it wasn't. My lawyer used his magic to get the judge to dismiss my case since I went. Then I was able to move in with a family member my same age. Then I started feeling like this! I read somewhere that males brains don't fully develop until 26. I am thinking that's what has happened. I don't understand what else it could be? I was depressed for like 10 years 4 suicide attempts 2 which where very for real not a cry for help or anything. I don't take SSRI I am on same dose of sub. But I am just not going to overanalyze a great thing. I have to thank my friends from this site who have helped me through the rough times. It made a bigger difference than you will ever probably realize! I have big plans for 2015 that I wont ramble on about. I think its gonna be the best year of my life.



Happy New Years Bluelight

I want to live for the crowd on the outside rooting for my demise.
I want to live for the voice in my head.
I want to live for the ones who cant.
I want to live for the highs.
I want to live for the lows.
I want to live for the rush.
I want to live for the comedown.
I want to live for the balance I am trying to find.
I want to live for the excess I want to leave behind.
I want to live for the sunshine.
I want to live for rain.
I want to live for the pain.

Fuck where do I start? So I guess it happened again didn't it? I was so sure I was done this time. I told so many people that I actually started to believe my own propaganda. I thought hey you know with the suboxone, hash, lsd, people who care about me. I thought shit could be different this time. Fuck you know, I wanted to believe it was possible! But sadly it's not.

I feel like writing a treatise on where it all went wrong. How fucking defeated I feel. How I never asked to put on this miserable planet. How I fuck up everything good in my sorry ass excuse for a life. I had this stupid fucking idea when I was younger that the consequences of my actions could be hand waved away through some superior power of intelligence or sheer rationalization that I thought I could summon at will. Yeah supreme delusions of grandeur. I can't claim ignorance. The evidence was right in front of my face. The consequences of my actions piling up like dead bodies down the street, everyone a little closer to home but still far enough away to say "ok it stops here, no further I got this". Before I knew it they where all piled up at the front door.

At first it was subtle peoples attitude toward me changed. Relatives who once talked to me didn't. I started hearing that I wasn't invited to events I was previously would have been. "Whatever I didn't want to go anyway". Then I start hearing the whispers "he always looked tired. What's wrong with his eyes?" Then I start losing my cool, a rig left out here, blood on a towel there,cookers in my room, bags full of used rigs, bank account overdrawn. Shit no more cards to play game over motherfucker.

Then people started using terms I wasn't comfortable with. Junky, IV drug abuser, poly drug addict, relapse, rehab, arrest, relapse, tough love, enabled, higher power, 12 steps, treatment resistant, maintenance. This whole new vocabulary of bullshit that now defines my existence. I'm now locked into this cycle that I have no idea how to break. All these definitions I don't agree with now define my life.

What sucks is that my decisions caused this to happen. It really didn't have to be like this. I could have said "nah man I'm not gonna tempt fate and shoot smack".Or "that was cool but never again". It's even worse that it was so many little decisions over the years that led me to this moment. I "can't say well fuck I made a mistake.". More like a series of colossal fucking errors that continue across ten years. And the worst part is I can't say it did not go exactly to plan. No fucking coincidences or accidents here. Got everything I wanted before I realized I didn't really want it t all.

K.FLAY - CRAZYTOWN
Did you ever think that just maybe,
We're supposed to be a little bit crazy,
Can it be? We're really this mentally diseased?

OCD narcissistic, manic depressive slit your wrists
Hyperactive ADD, generalized anxiety
Drug addicts, agoraphobic Panic attacks,
we're all just so sick In the head,
need medicine quick
Gotta stock up on prescription slips
Had a breakdown of a nervous kind
Pop a little xanax to unwind
Paranoid schizo half the time
Bipolar and borderline
Way fucked up when it comes to sex
Shit dick cunt that's tourette's
Stay in bed, we're too depressed
Post traumatic stress effects
Bulimics barf, anorexics starve
Fast food binge inside our cars
Multiple personalities
Like hi it's I, myself, and me
We got trichotillomaniacs
And autistic braniacs
All insaney to the max
So doped up on prozac packs
Histrionic plus delusions
Tangled dendrites, mad confusion
Klepto narcoleptic
All psych wards so antiseptic
Take your Zoloft, Paxil
Wellbutrin, Cymbalta,
homie!
What you using?
Ativan and Lexapro
Don't act like you do not know

Did you ever think that just maybe
We're supposed to be a little bit crazy
Can it be?
We're really this mentally diseased?

As I stare at an ink blot
Thinking why I think the thoughts I think
Paying 20 g's a year straight to my shrink
To analyze me on a couch
And while he's zoning out
I'm tuning in to my inner child
So that explains why I get wild
On the weekend drinking no tomorrow
Sleep around to ease my sorrow
And it all relates to what happened in second grade
I am told there is a name for what is wrong inside my brain
And that fact alone makes me feel like I'm hardly that insane
I've undergone psychoanalysis
My dreams all full of phalluses
Psychotropics I imbibe
So happy to be prescribed
What I get from Pfizer's not much different from Budweiser
In the end, you and I just fated to pretend

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i realize that i created this blog by accident. please if an administrator or moderator could; delete it for me: i can't. i will create different blogs as time goes on but for now i'm just doing a diary blog. thanks!

Day one of the diary- monday february 2015

so today was a good day. i woke up around 5 am; pretty early. i played some of my PS game "the last of us". then most of the day was spent driving around town to go to our appointments. me and my dad went to see our psychiatrist who has been very supportive in giving us thousand dollar samples of abilify; because we can't pay for them. i also had a long talk with one of the social workers about my interest in becoming an MDMA therapist; she gave very posative responses and i shared with her how LSA effected me therapeutically. we also talked about the MAPS study with ASD and MDMA and my psychiatrist mentioned that he knew the danforth family (alicia danforth was the one conducting the MAPS study with ASD and MDMA. overall it actually made me feel better that i got posative feedback from most of the people who i talked to about it; overall i talked to about 5 different people and most people had posative responses and were surprised when i told them of the study. we also went out to eat and got mcdonalds; i stole tea by ordering a water but ended up having to pay for it because i got caught. it put me in a bad mood at first but i forgot about it later on. mostly it was the look the manager gave me; its not like i was commiting major theft. just three cups of tea; though i admit it was rude and stuff so i kinda understand. right now i'm hitting a strong and harsh nicotine vaporizer that tastes pleasantly like cigars; i love cigars but i very rarely smoke and when i do i always vape. i' am also seriously craving a NICE big FAT blunt oh for gods sake i could seriously go for some WEED! but no.. i don't even have resin in the pipes. i should have saved the resin lol. but that's my one complaint about today; dry on weed.

day two- Tuesday

Day two; well the cats woke me up with their incessant meowing; their lucky i love them. after petting them for hours i finally decided they had enough and it was time to bluelight away! so i got on; edited some stuff; posted some stuff; and officially applied for the NMI moderator job. hope i get it!!!!

we're getting ready to go pay bill. will tell you guys how everything goes down. (update) today was busy. we got all our bills paid. now i'm just bluelighting and maybe going to skype and facebook for a bit on the side: kinda boring out in the middle of nowhere. but i has my bluelight to keep me occupied; as well as shroomery and of course world of warcraft and other videogames.

My personal opinion on the legal/societal aspect of harm reduction is all recreational drugs should be regulated in similar manners to alcohol and tobacco. It would cut down on the organized crime and violence associated with the black market drug trade. It would keep non-violent drug users out of prisons, where they may learn to become violent criminals. It would regulate the purity of the substances, reducing the possibility of overdose, etc.

I also think extensive, well-run, high quality addiction rehabilitation and harm reduction systems should be readily and affordably available to those wishing to manage an uncontrollable and/or harmful addictive disorder. These programs could even be funded by taxation of recreational substances.

I tend to feel harm reduction techniques are ways to keep people who are dangerously addicted alive until they reach a point where they want/can quit. I feel in my life a huge harm reduction aid was the ability to have weekly psycho-therapy sessions while I was still using.

Most therapists require drug users be clean before starting therapy, however if one is using drugs to self-medicate mental disorders in the first place then it seems only logical that the mental disorders should at least begin to be examined before the individual quits drugs.

Now it is true that it is rarely possible to get an accurate diagnosis of psychological disorders when an individual is using any mind altering chemicals regularly, however a therapist (that is an individual with a Master's degree in psychology or social work) cannot legally give an official diagnosis anyway. That can only be done by psychologists (individuals with a Ph.D or Psy.D) or psychiatrists (individuals with an M.D.). Therapists are there to offer empathic listening, moral support, positive feedback, and encouragement. There is absolutely no reason why current drug users should be denied this kind of service. And yet they usually are.

Quitting drugs is easier if you understand why you use in the first place. A therapist can help you analyze your motivations for drug use, and come to terms with the possibly painful and brutal realities behind your use before you actually give up the security blanket of drug use you have been clinging to. A therapist can help gently ease the security blanket from your clutches as opposed to wrenching it away from you before you even know why you cling to it.

Disclaimer: please note that I have never studied physics, quantum physics, math or anything that I am talking about here. If this theory doesn't make sense that is probably why. I am not educated in these topics but find them fascinating.

Everything is energy. Nothing is solid, nothing is "matter"--just look at "matter" under a powerful microscope and you see it is made up of other tiny particles. Magnify those particles and you will see that they are made of even tinier particles. Nothing is truly "solid." Everything is energy and is constantly in a state of motion and change even if it appears solid and stable.

Math dictates what happens to energy. Everything is a mathmatical equation. There is nothing that happens randomly. There are always equations that logically explain everything that happens. It is not always apparent to us the cause of every event because the equations that go into moving energy happen not only on a grand and obvious scale but also on a sub-atomic scale that we cannot percieve.

Basically I am talking about cause and effect. Everything is cause and effect. Even though we cannot always percieve the cause becuase we cannot see things that happen on a sub-atomic or cellular or tiny-particle level without the aid of powerful tools.

If we could see all the mathmatical equations that go into how energy is moved then we could predict and manipulate the future. Mere humans are not capable of such perception however.

That is my theory. I am not saying this is fact or this is definately how the universe works, but I'm saying there is a strong possibility that this theory has some merit. Let me know what you think.

"Wake up young man it's time to wake up your love affair has got to go for 10 long years for ten long years the leaves to rake up slow suicides no way to go blue clouded grey your not a crack up dizzy and weakened by the haze"
"The cracks and lines from where u gave up they make an easy man to read for all the times u let them bleed u for little piece from God u plea and beg from little plea" damn those lyrics always hit me so hard rest in peace layne..

It started Tuesday 12/21/'10. I bought about $50 worth of heroin which I injected in three spaced out shots. I took Klonopin later that night to get some sleep.

I woke up on Wednesday and did 3 hits of good blotter acid. Tripped all day. In the evening I took 80 mg. of Dexedrine then went and shot more dope with my friends ($20 worth).

On thursday I did another 80 mg. of dexedrine and tweaked all day. I took 7 mg. of Klonopin that night to sleep.

On friday I got three 60 mg. instant release morphine pills, I did 15 mg. IV that day.

On saturday (xmas) I woke up and shot the remaining 45 mg. of morphine. I slept saturday night all the way until sunday night. Then I shot another 30 mg. of morphine. Later I took more Klonopins and went back to sleep.

I got up at 3 am Tuesday and did 105 mg of Dexedrine PO. At 2 pm I took 3 mg of klonopin and 60 more mg of dexedrine. At 9 pm I took 5 mg of klonopin. Shortly thereafter I went to a bar an drank 2 long island ice teas.

At 2 am Wedensday (an hour ago) I took 75 mg. of Dexedrine.

This is the craziest drug binge I've been on in years, so I thought I'd share. It's a goddamn miracle I'm not dead with the shit I do.

Dear drug dealers you'd get alott more of my service if I could use a card I do not appreciate atm fees to get cash to pay u guys

Cars Are Not for Junkies

Waiting for My Man

See the hole open as I nail it home. Intercourse with the intravenous penis as it drilled and filled my vein.

More more more!!

Best night in a long time. I haven't felt so content in so long I partied which I never do anymore I've been too sick and depressed to leave my home it felt good to get out last night and go drink and I'm so proud of myself for not drinking the next day

Saw a very good friend over a month ago who I used with for years outta the blue, he looked great, got help, kicked without any Subs, Dones, Lope, ectectect.. Fucking made tears fall, I was SO goddamn happy. Well, I saw him a few days ago when he came over.. Soon as I looked at him I knew, I gazed at him with my head slightly sideways just to verify. He said "What's up?" so I said "You're opiated, when did that happen?" then him and his girl proceeded to nod the fuck out very hard at my crib, couldn't understand anything he was trying to say, it was ugly.. He was doing SO well, now he's falling back down which hurts.. He told me how easy it was to cop in San Antonio, which he was just mentioning as we tried talking. Knowing him the way I do, that means he was getting high up there. Hurts, man.. I don't judge, you broj's know me, we all know the struggle, but I know if he keeps going, I'm going to have to go to a funeral.. hgfghfgjkhgjkhkljhkjhkjhjkhlkjhkj FUCK MAN.

I know I'm dying. Just trying to come to terms with it and stop being so sad. I'm still young but I know I won't be around too much longer and there's nothing I can Do.

Benzodiazepine/Dextroamphetamine/Cannabis fueled first blog entry.

Haha, been keeping it real so to speak in life, fighting the urges to get high, but failing eveytime. Haha, I just looked at the clock and it's 4:20am right now, been up all night thanks to the substances. Op 4:21 now the fun's over haha. Withdraws are starting to set in. Hoping to get through them with lots of pot (obviously), and maybe some imodium (doubt ill be able to scrape up any money for the lope but oh well).

I have no idea who's reading this but much love to yall :D%)

harmacologist said:

say no to bad feelings
lost the good ones too
say hello to no feelings
lost the good ones too

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I miss being... when did I become what I am? Why did I become what I am? Did I realize I was becoming what I am? Did I try to fight becoming what I am? Did I want to be what I am? Do I stay what I am? How did I become what I am? What am I? Am I becoming what I am? I am what I can't be. I am what I don't need to be. Who am I? Why am I? Am I being?

midazolam(one of my favorites since can easely dissolve in water, i will throw in a guide or something in the nearest future on how to extraxt pure midazolam so it can be snorted/IV'et/PLUGGED eaten and what not...

before to long.. but i need some sleep now, if i can :=O

### GUIDE FOR MIDAZOLAM WATER EXTRAXT ###
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*** INFO ON EFFECTS ***
It possesses profoundly potent anxiolytic, amnestic, hypnotic, anticonvulsant, skeletal muscle relaxant, and sedative properties.

The drug has recently been hastily introduced for use in executions by lethal injection in the USA in combination with other drugs

*** THE TABLET USED IN THIS GUIDE(BUT ALL MIDAZOLAM WILL WORK WITH IT) ***

Dormicum brand midazolam is marketed by Roche as white, oval, 7.5-mg tablets in boxes of two or three blister strips of 10 tablets, and as blue, oval, 15-mg tablets in boxes of two (Dormonid 3x) blister strips of 10 tablets. The tablets are imprinted with "Roche" on one side and the dose of the tablet on the other side

doing a test extract take 10x your tablet and grind em to really fine powder then disolve it in the least amount of water posible and then let the solution run tru a filter(coffee will work fine) and then take the liquied and place on a plate
then just let the water evaporate and voila the leftover if pure midazolam around 10x ~mg amount of your tablet.

etc i used 15mg tablet the end solution was ~150mg midazolam and PLEASE take it slow a tiny line will send you dreaming!
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happy benzo'ing and keep it safe

Started with a few benzo's and weed, followed by my dayly methadone, and when i visited a friend i smoked a little more and took ~250mg amphetamine(iv) ive took a few more benzo's and smoked a joint with nice black tar hash

now im buzzing a bit could use some more benzo's but ill wait till im gonna go chillling before ill go to sleep im not that lucky i have to many inly a few back,,,

ohhh why dont you never have enough drugs hehe

later ill take a little of the following:
+2-3mg alprazolam
+1-2mg clonazepam
+10-20mg zolpidem
+0.5-1.5g hashish

stung by a bee, under my left wrist, between my glove and me, it flew in.
I was building a fence at Camp Atterbury.

Goodbye for the last time Mr.I. It is now a week and I will not be looking back. As much as I love you and as much as this hurts, finally I see that what we had just isn't enough.

I fucking hate that everything you put me through was for nothing. I hate what you have done. Some people may call this a life lesson, whatever. Self rationalisation bullshit. This was all in vein. Yet another blow, more pain, additional heartache.

Thanks. I wish I could wish you a nice life but I honestly don't feel that. I hate you and hate myself for still loving you after all the shit you put me through. So fuck you and best wishes.