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Well now. I journal. Yea, I journal. I have my little book. I scribble my honesty in it. I talk about my day. It's nice. But, I'm bored with it and I want to type instead. And I actually want someone to read it. Why not? I don't hide shit any more. Not from family, friends, or whoever. I've learned that whatever I hide will eventually have to come out some way or another.

How's that for an introduction? No background or history. That's perfect for me. Today is a random day, so I can just start typing whatever I feel like. My name is X. It's X because I like that letter and I hate my name. Why is totally irrelevant. So, let's get this thing going.

Let's talk about fantasy football. I'm a winner. My league hates me because I have influence and use it. Fuck them. If they want to whine, let em. I don't care. I made the best trade ever today. I got the best football player in the league for two under-performing, young players. It's all about what you have to give, not what you're willing to pay. Nobody else in the league had to firepower to grab this guy. So I do it and everybody gets super pissed off. One guy, a good friend of mine at least I thought, talked about quitting. Gotta love those sore losers, especially those that like to repeat their ineffectiveness year after year. That guy pays the same amount of money to play as I do. I really love fantasy football, so this will be a repetitious subject for this blog.

Also, today was the third Wednesday of the month. Every third Thursday of each month, I get "my" buprenorphine. How I get it is irrelevant, but I get it. Bupe has allowed me to live a much more normal life over the past year or so. I was such a dickface before that on opioid pain meds. I didn't steal, but I was the world's biggest liar. You know? I'd just lie to everybody for no reason. It became so bad I started believing my lies because I had to remember so many and all their depths. Pathological lying is pretty intense. It's like living in a world that's perfect for you, awful for those who care about you and completely false. This type of lying goes hand in hand with illicit/hidden drug use. I could get soooooo high and socialize without anyone ever knowing.

I think a lot of people believe they can do this as well. I don't know about that though. I have a few friends who have said, "yea, when I was on heroin, nobody could tell but i was fucked up." Well, I didn't crush their delusion, but you could tell. Everyone could. The only reason I know about how effectively I hid my habit was because of my intervention. It wasn't really an intervention, it was the reaction I got when I came clean about abusing pain pills. My family and my girlfriend were TOTALLY caught off guard. I had money, I slept regularly. I mean, I'm really not trying to glorify my using but I was a fucking amazing liar. And it sounds like I'm proud of it.

I am more ashamed of this than anything else in my life, including my small(ish) penis and lack of sexual ability. Now, years later, I am still treated like a criminal. I never stole anything from anyone. I didn't need to do that to maintain my lifestyle, had a good job. Now though everybody is always skeptical as to whether I am actually clean. I purchase drug test strips in bulk off of ebay just to show my family. They were so hurt by the extent to which I went to cover my ass. I really don't know if they'll ever really trust me again.

I don't want to talk about this kinda shit all night tonight. Today was a fun day. The high was seventy one degrees outside. I went to the local park and played disc-golf. I scored three under par. That's the kind of thing that I wish I could think about and want to write about all the time. I want to talk about my great job and how well it's going with my fiance. But, I don't have that right now. I paid a price to get away from abusing drugs. It cost a lot, but it was totally worth it. I think that's all I have for tonight though.

Final thought: Fantasy Football is not for the weak. It's a social game and social skills certainly come into play. The weak are meat and the strong do eat.

I don't love my country. I love the ideals it was founded upon. Patriotism is overrated. To be proud of your country, to me, is akin to being proud of your hair color. How can you be proud of something you didn't choose?

Be proud of things you choose. The way you treat others, using your turn signal every time-those are things to exude pride over. I don't understand patriotism, since none of us chose our birthplace.

I don't hate this country, either. I'm indifferent to it. I do love the ideals the Founding Fathers had at the outset of its creation, ideals that overall have been abandoned.

Whatever the fuck happened to freedom of religion?! Everything is "God this" and "Bless that." FUCK THAT. Our money, our Pledge of Allegiance, are blatant endorsements of religion. Tax exemtion for religious organizations? Ludicrous. There's nothing wrong with religion, but it's a private matter to be dealt with at home. Masturbation.

I fucking hate racists. I hear people talk about immigration reform, and it's a load of crap. "Oh, other countries don't have the right to come here." I'm sorry (not sorry), unless your ancestors are 100% Native American, they came here, too. If someone is making an honest living, I don't give a fuck where they're from.

There's a disgusting sense of entitlement nowadays. It's rare to see anyone with a strong work ethic, much less anyone who doesn't have a need for instant gratification. "You want something? Put it on the credit card. Take out a loan." It's a major reason our economy went to shit. A lot of people don't want to save for something they can afford or want things handed to them.

I don't think it's this country's duty to be the police of the world. We have no right to tell other countries not to have nukes when we have a fuckton of them. We have no right to impose our way of life on others. We need to mind our business.

Our education system is shit. Schools don't have enough money for books, but the football team gets a new uniform. Paying teachers based on student performance is impractical, simply because they're not the sole deciding factor.

Parents are afraid to discipline their kids..Almost anything could be construed as abuse! That's why kids shoot up schools and misbehave.

I understand this amounts to nothing more than a severely disjointed rant. These are all opinions. Take them as you will.

im still sober.

I remember back in the day when I was attending meetings (back in 04) and rehab then, people would always say they've been sober for X amount of days.. and I thought to myself, "why do these guys keep track.. who cares". well, guess what? I've been sober/off opiates for 25 days now. this is the longest i've went in a long, long time. sure, I am on Subox.. but it's helping a TON and killing any/all urges. I have def. had it hit the mind a few times over the last 3 weeks, but was able to get it out of the mind quick!

One morning I ran out of Subox (the night before) and the pharmacy told me 3 more hours till I can pick up. Right away I thought.. maybe I should pick up some other "junk", just in case. even with me knowing I'd be complete find since I took 8MG Subox 12 hours prior. It's just how that sick, addicted mind works. I will able to drop it within 5 minutes after thinking of all the shit it would cause, the price, the whole situation.. just was a turn off. plus, I am in an outpatient program which is working great and the last thing I want to do is make my doc think twice of me.. and also, not just of for him, but myself the most.. its NOT what I NEED or WANT, anymore/ever again.

Have I used any drug in the last 25 days!? yes, I have. I've taken a Xanax early on to help sleep/anxiety. That was day 1 or 2 in the hospital since it's an OD which brought me to that hospital and put me in that detox/rehab for 5 days. I've also smoked weed multiple times, which I know a "drug is a drug is a drug" but hey.. whatever. It helps me chill the F out and again, sleep at night since the Xanax is now OUT OF MY LIFE as well. My doc./program dont love the idea I am smoking and I am open about it, but who knows.. just works and eases my mind before bed, rather than it racing and think of the mistakes of the past. I'll get over it all eventually but hell, it's only been a month.

OK.. I'm done w/ my 4th blog. and it's ANOTHER SOBER ONE! as long as they keep coming SOBER from those opiates/dope, then I am more than happy.

Greetings, my fellow Bluelighters. I'm a 28 year-old male, and I would describe myself as a weird person. I like weird people, in fact; I love the funny little idiosyncrasies that make us the way we are: human beings. I'm a nocturnal recluse with a bunker mentality, and I am terrified of moths and spiders. With winter drawing close (my favourite time of year; it's brooding and atmospheric), the damned arachnids are making their way indoors, and the only thing that allows me to cope with this nightmare invasion from hell is the knowledge I'm armed to the teeth. I walk through my home, armed with my prized Walther air pistol (feeling badass, If I'm totally honest), ready to fight for my very survival against these arachnid monsters.If I see one, I'm convinced it's out to destroy me; they look at me, I'm quite sure of it, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack me when my guard is down. I feel bad about ending a life-form, but still I blow these critters away with enthusiasm; it's world war 3 in this place right now.

Collateral damage is a concern; the casualties include pictures, lampshades, walls, all with neat little pellet holes in them. Still, why buy bug spray when you can pack heat?

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It's a grey Sunday Morning in Brooklyn, and I'm reclining on my bed in my boxers, killing time, waiting for nothing. I feel both restless and tired as I was haunted last night by a freakish nightmare in which I was invited to a small gathering in the woods which aside from me, was comprised entirely of celebrity's. In the dream I found myself pressured into partaking in the making of a pornagraphic film involving Jim Carrey, an unknown actress, and a schnauzer with a small penis, large testicles, and a bizarre growth which hung, jiggling from his tummy. In the end I found myself unable to go through with the filming of this unethical monstrosity, so I ran to the nearest bathroom where I found matthew mcconaughey passed out dead on the floor in his boxers. His face had turned blue from oxygen deprivation and there was a pool of semen lying besides him. I paced back in forth in this tiny hell until the unknown female actress came in and accused me of ruining her chances of 'making it big!'

I awoke from the dream in a state of incredible discomfort and stress. I was covered in sweat and felt like I was carrying some large burden that just had to be lifted from my shoulders that very second! It took around ten minutes for me to relax and realize that I am for once living a rather transparent life, and have nothing to hide.

It was a disorienting way to start the day though, that is for sure. I don't know what I'll do now, cause I'm really fucking bored.

One day i'm up the next i'm down. Just give me the ups dammit!

My other cat had to be euthanized recently. We had two cats, but now there's only one left.

Requiescat in pace

Apple has improved the wheel by packing the latest iPhone's Home button with a fingerprint reader, effectively taking the first major step in replacing passwords with biometric authentication. After all, cell phones are such ubiquitous and personal devices that they have become like defacto keys to our digital lives, so it's no great leap of the imagination to see them become keys to our physical lives as well.

As a technophile, I am not disappoint. However, what really stood out to me in the article I read was the part about how this fingerprint security scheme would clear hurdles consumers have with online purchases and drive more sales in not just the iTunes store, but any other service that will come to accept an iPhone as a standard payment method.

Now, I already have a VISA card with payWave. For over 90% of the things I buy (incuding a $1 cup of coffee), I just have to hold my card up to the merchant's terminal and listen for the beep that accompanies a successful purchase. Using cash has already become somewhat alien, and although payWave is very convenient I've become more of a spendthrift because of that very convenience.

Physical money was always somewhat cumbersome and a burden if lost. It wasn't like having a credit card where, if you were to leave it somewhere, you could just call up the company and be released from any obligation to pay for fraudulent purchases. In a lot of ways, physical money is an awful thing, but the one thing it had going for it was that sense of loss when you part with coins or bills. That sense of loss is what keeps people from overspending, because it's easy to open up your wallet and see how much money you have left and start thinking about how to ration it between what you need to buy and what you want to buy.

Nowadays we are beginning to see money differently. We see money as bits and bytes moreso than the physical. Many employers won't even bother handing you a cheque anymore, it's just a direct deposit into your bank account and then you're off to spend that cash without even directly touching the physical manifestation of that money. I can imagine that seeing money as just floating point numbers on a computer screen or printout is how accountants relate to it, but most of us are not accountants, and most of us certainly don't have as much disposable income as accountants do.

Despite the inherent risk of overspending, payWave is still relatively benign. When I go to the store to make a purchase, I am receiving physical goods and still have to reach for my wallet to confirm my willingness to pay for said goods. What scares me is that Apple's next step is going to do away with that implicit physical confirmation and, instead of physical goods, you will be delivered digital goods for which you pay by tapping a button on a device you're already used to spending far too much money on just for communication.

As the boundaries between physical and virtual reality begin to blur at an accelerated rate between microtransactions that automatically siphon money from our bank accounts, it feels like we are on the whole coming to exchange classical materialism for a newfangled digital consumerism. It's a jarring juxtaposition onto the physical reality which our senses interact with and our instincts react to, and our capacity to evolve to a new way of seeing the world around us will directly determine whether we go bankrupt playing the next iteration of Angry Birds, or prosper by being the merchants that make their fortune on microtransactions. As those two categories grow, the middle class is bound to shrink, and we may find ourselves in the future envisioned by H.G. Wells well before our bodies physically devolve into the shape of Morlocks and Eloi.


-link to article

I'm no longer ruled by thoughts of using. Being trapped in the cycle of using and finding ways and means to get more, has passed. Reading my previous journal entry reminds me of how long i spent running from myself, using drugs as a means to alter my reality and make it seem more managable. In truth though my life was completely unmanageable, I was failing my course, hanging out with people who just wanted someone to get wasted with, neglecting my girlfriend and isolating, rarely leaving my room and buying into the self defeating bullshit going through my head.

I'm constantly reminded of the consequences of my using. I developed epilepsy after having a grand mal seizure due to outright stopping a huge benzo habit with no taper. I found myself £3.000 in debt with most of it spent on drugs. I hurt my family after ending up in hospital on several occasions. I also hurt myself mentally and emotionally. I was often depressed and suicidal because i didn't know how to be happy without drugs.

Now things are back on track, going back to college soon to learn a trade. I have friends i can actually talk to about feelings and what's really going on. Most importantly, my family are learning to trust me again and we're rebuilding bridges. I feel happier but i still struggle with anxiety but that's something i'm working on with the help of CBT.

Onwards and upwards!

I am not right. It's just a stupid thing I thought of. The machine that i am in, society, dictates my life. my life is unique and fucking peculiar. i was born and bred to be an artist of my own soul. what the fuck happened? government starts dictating rules, separate people who are no better than me start to rule others, is this the truth? the truth is that i do not rule you, nor you i, and for as long as i do not hurt another human, i am supposed to exist. no lines, no marriages, no laws, no dictatorships, no religions, no niches, no compartmentalization, no labels. my words do not exist. but they are familiar and it is time i either realize that i do not exist or that i am to fickle to take back the power from the government

I don't mean it in a philosophical way. I mean, I don't know why I joined Bluelight. I've never had a drink, or touched a drug, don't smoke. I don't know what it is that attracted me here and brings me back day after day. It's a curiosity of sorts, I imagine. "So THIS is how the other half lives?!"

As clean cut as I am-no criminal record, not even a ticket, hell, not even detention-it always surprises people in real life when they ask me my views on many things. I'm for the decriminalization of all drugs and prostitution, as well as the lowering of the drinking age to 18. This is based on the simple premise that consenting, mentally competent adults should be able to do with themselves as they wish as long as no third parties are harmed.

I'm very non-judgmental, and have all kinds of friends in real life that attest to this. I see posts on here by people from all walks of life, and I glean as much insight as I can from their experiences. Having grown up extremely sheltered, I learn a lot about what life is really like.

As someone who's very much analytical, amongst other things, I try to give back the "life experience" I vicariously gain by offering levelheaded advice, albeit almost exclusively in the SLR forum. Granted, I have absolutely no relationship experience-not even holding hands-but I've learned a lot through people around me in real life. I've read many psychology articles and I people watch. That, coupled with my intelligence, high interpersonal skills, problem solving skills, common sense, and the psychology and sociology classes I took in college allow me to help others.

I love that most the people I've encountered on this site are very open minded and helpful as well. I appreciate the help I've received, and will receive in the future to help me eventually get into a relationship. At the very least, I'll be able to offer advice based on personal experience, which is always better. Although my dissection of human behavior is nice, it's an incomplete spectrum.

Meanwhile, I shall continue to analyze everyone else's experiences to death in order to better plan what to do and what to avoid. My entrance into the relationship realm will be executed perfectly. But for now, I'll continue to offer advice from a pragmatic state of mind.

Only leads to sadness. Nostalgia is such a fucking waste of time. Eat shit.

The past always seems better when viewed from the present. The bad gets cut out & the good glossed over. After 15 I turned it to shit & only looked back to mourn.

I cling to that city, because I have this distorted view that once I am there, life will be good. I will be happy. That's irrational, and I recognise that, but it's all I have. One day I will live there & I will be happy.

Well, I must be...

Cummings, Plath, Franco and others quotes dance around my mind
a chattering, clatter of pentameter.

Parameter, a gauge on high
who ever would have known
that an old monochrome
image of me passed far beyond
the au courant horizon

tribulation a trial--a trail. I climbed. I danced until
the sun swept under
These ashes are traded in winds
in syncope.
I am a whirlwind of curiosities
and intrigue.
I am a hyacinth, hydrangea, hybrid hydra
of sorts.
I am a stranger to myself, to all that is
around.
In my ethereal den, eternally
hibernating.
Counting clocks for fun and watching life
unravel I watch.
Observing. Like my- ology or ism
with hope & fear.
Beguiled in trust that something might
change.
If not me, perhaps the world might revolve around something;
anything better than idly waiting.
Like me,
a still picture of a frozen lake or of Dorian Gray.

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I intend on reading this at my poetry group so if anyone has any suggestions on meter and/or wording please do share. I am very rusty on my poetical technique and could really use the help. Thanks xox.

Fuck.

I can't say I didn't know this would happen. I sort of did.

But I forgot.

So now that I have gotten rid of my addictions and my pharmaceuticals, I have the urge to pull my eyelashes out.

It was a compulsion I had since I was a little girl. I don't understand how or why I ever started. My eyelids bothered me; they itched and sometimes one or the other would twitch. I know it sounds disgusting. Here's the worst:
I pinched my eyelashes between my thumb and index finger and I pulled. My eyelashes came out one or two at a time. Sometimes I continued until I had no eyelashes on one eye.

I did this fairly regularly until I started Prozac and Xanax, years ago. I don't even remember when I started taking Prozac and Xanax. It's been well over one decade and probably two. In all these years I have not pulled my eyelashes out.

Tonight, if I were not typing, I would be tugging over my right eye. My eyelid feels hot. I started to pull at my eyelashes earlier tonight while I was watching a movie. I became fully aware that I was tugging at my lashes and I forced myself to stop before I had pulled a single one.

If I am to overcome this really embarrassing tic, I'm going to have to think of a plan.

to be continued.

Again, these journal entries are not for the faint of heart. -Erika



11/13/2008

I haven't cut myself in a couple days which is an improvement. I'm trying to heal by putting scar lotion on my scars. Hopefully, it will help. I was reading the script for my MRI today and my symptoms were listed like so: psychosis, mood swings, depression. Psychosis?! Really? Like psychotic? I wouldn't describe myself as psychotic. At all. I'm not crazy. That's a full load of bullshit. Yes, I adore my doctor and all, but I think she's wrong. She's a educated woman, but I'm not crazy. Mood swings? Yes. Depressed? Yes. But not psychotic. What really describes you as psychotic anyways? I KNOW I hear voices. I KNOW they're not real. So I'm not delusional. I'M NOT CRAZY! xx



11/14/2008

"When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But, seeing death--really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous." -Girl, Interrupted



11/16/2008

So the guy I was interested in told me last night that he was in love with this other girl who is conveniently engaged. Her name is Erika. Not me. So that's that. I thought he really liked me, but I guess not. I was wondering why he suddenly stopped trying to get in touch with me. Whatever. It happens...a lot. The whole being in love with some girl who's engaged was a bit of a surprise. But HEY! Good luck to him. Fuck it. Other than that I'm okay. I did have a huge anxiety attack today. All the noises were so overwhelming. The bugs, the lawn mower. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I was screaming inside. Then they came! The voices! Not the farmers, but the scary ones. They asked me, "do we have a deal?" No. We don't. We don't have a fucking deal. NO! No! Fucking no! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Gah! I'm so tired of hearing them. I'm so sick. Just go away. Especially when I'm having an anxiety attack. It makes me want to chop my arm off, but I didn't. And that's good. It was so hard not to take that blade and press down really hard. That's not what I'm trying to achieve by healing. And I AM healing. xx



11/19/2008

I'm on cloud 9. I wish I could always feel this way. I am. A fuck up. Maybe I'll wake up for once. Rescue me. xx

another BLOGGGGGGGG.. and it's good, well, for me at least.. I am actually CLEAN and FEEL GOOD. well, kinda clean.. I've been on 16MG on Subox for the past week or so. It's working and working great. It's keeping me away from all other opiates and have completely crumbled my drive to use. That's great. I even enrolled in an outpatient program that will run 3 days a week and 3 hours a day. I plan to use this Subox for the next year or so and slowly wind down over the course of a year. I TRULY FEEL GOOD AND CONFIDENT ALL WILL WORK. this is the first time I've felt this way after using for so long and I can definitely get used to this.

This blog post is more for myself.. but hey, its my blog, so who cares.. it's to keep track of my progress, or maybe even steps back.. but as of now it's progress. Let's hope my next is 2 weeks, then 3 weeks, then a month clean, etc..

well, I started my out patient program today and its officially my 2nd week clean. things have been going much better than expected and I have actually turned my life around.. moved out of my apartment, left my old job, left my old GF, hanging out w/ friends I once "forgot" about and I have been out most of the day and coming home around 930/10 at night rather than sit in all day and just wait for the buy and use.. and then sit some more. I gotta say, I actually MISS THIS LIFE!

Since last week I have used Klonapin which I am prescribed but only twice.. and I am laying off that as well, although it was never an actual problem, its def. NOT something I want to end up subbing for the opiates.

The outpatient program I am in seems great as well. There are 7 of us in there and 4 are opiate users and 3 alcoholics. Heard all great stories today and we were all very open and understanding of one another. Things just seem to be going well and I have my fingers crossed they stay this way forever.. but I know that's on me! So we'll see!

Thanks, guys! Everyone here has been great.

With more empty only deepens the abyss. I yearn only for you, drifting away.

I just noticed it's been over 10 years ago since i signed up to Bluelight.

That'd make it about 10 years ago since my first Ecstasy experience, which is what lead me to bluelight, as i was researching and browsing the internet about MDMA.

i was about 19 at the time. My friend who was a few years older than me mentioned to me one day that he had taken Ecstasy, and how much he loved it.

He didn't stop talking about it for weeks. He asked me to do it with him. At first i wasn't really into the idea. Growing up my parents were always pretty strict about drugs, etc etc. Drinking alochol was okay, but drugs were a big no no.

Anyway, the more my friend talked about it, the more my inquisitive mind wanted to know more. So i started asking him questions about it, etc etc. i also spent countless hours on the internet reading about it. Many of those hours were on this very site, the Ecstasy Discussion forum.

I'm glad i took the time to read and research about it a lot. It was thanks to websites like bluelight that helped educate me. I had a lot of respect for the drug and never took it consecutive nights or weekends. Always had 4 weeks break minimum in between rolls... i use to count down the weekends 'till my next roll. it was good having that discipline not taking it every weekend, it made me appreciate it a lot more when i did take it. As time went on those 4 weeks became 5 weeks, and so on...

I'm so glad i experienced MDMA. what i love most about it is how it really just opens you up. brings even the most reserved person to life. I have always been quite a reserved person socially. kinda keep to myself, don't really say much. Very shy at times especially talking to beautiful women. but when i'm on MDMA, i'm able to just let go and walk over all those social walls i normally have. Gives me the confidence i otherwise don't have, and just allows me to be me. No bullshit. and it's genuine too... unlike alcohol where there's times when you're intoxicated you say and do things you otherwise just wouldn't do. but with MDMA, i have been able to meet and talk to people i otherwise wouldn't have. and the best thing is that many of those people i have became friends with and talked to long after the MDMA has worn off. that's the difference between alcohol and MDMA, for me anyway.

the one thing i hate about MDMA is the stigma that comes with it. a lot of people look down on MDMA because it's just another one of those "illicit" bad drugs. the funny thing for me when i started taking MDMA was that the majority of my friends and my major group of friends, none of them took it. they were all big drinkers, and had no problem in writing themselves off on alcohol, but any drug such as Ecstasy was kind of looked down upon.
i guess they just didn't understand, but at the same time i can't blame them for that - i once had a similar outlook on drugs in general before i took the time to read and research into things. i guess we've all been guilty of being ignorant about something. with all the bullshit and propaganda you hear and read about, combined with the scare tactics many parents use on their own children, it's no wonder why drugs such as MDMA have such a bad rep.

but anyway.. most of them knew that i was on MDMA.. while some didn't even notice.

MDMA has helped me recognise the person i want to be. the person i enjoy being. it's helped me ask questions of myself -- why am i such a reserved person normally, and why do i generally lack so much confidence? my self esteem is a problem, and something i need to work on. MDMA has given me perspective, and helped me help myself in certain ways i probably wouldn't have realised otherwise.

anyway, MDMA is not the be all and end all of life. it's just one of the many many experiences life has to offer. it won't solve your problems, or make you a better person. but like any experience in life, you'll get to take away something from it. what you take away is up to you. for some people MDMA is just a hell of a good time, while for others it's a tool they use to self reflect and gain perspective they otherwise wouldn't have had.

have fun. be safe, and always make sure you use the majority of your energy on appreciating the things you DO have, and not worrying or thinking about the shit you DON'T have.

pz.

I have been depressed since I was 12 years old. the intensity of the depression varies seemingly getting worse with any kind of stress. I have been so stressed lately college just stresses me the fuck out. Because its just bullshit just a bunch of hoops to get through so you can get a piece of paper proving what? Most the people in my class are idiots making the whole experience miserable. The truth is I really don't like most people. I dare say if it weren't for drugs and the need to procure them I might not have any friends. And if I am honest with myself at the rate I am going I may not have any friends soon anyway. I just have a hard time relating to people and I am often not sure what I am supposed to do or say.

I could sit here and type a novel about how isolated and sad I feel but I know you don't want to read it and frankly im too tired to explain. But it suffices to say that I am not enjoying this anymore. I am running out of reasons to stick around. Drugs are fun but they are starting to get hard to find. I guess the best solution is to move to a city with an open air market. But how do I get the money to move? My minimum wage job wont cut it. I cant find drugs to sling. Options are pretty limited indeed. I know I need to make a drastic change but I am so fucking scared of change its pathetic. I have been stuck with this so long I don't even know how to change. fuck being 24

Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n Roll?? That's right up my alley! Feel free to answer the quiz on your own too! It's a fun way to kill 15 minutes

Sex

1. How many times have you had sex?
For real? How could I possibly answer that question. I’m 34, starting having sex at 16, have had 7 serious relations, and between them filled the gaps with countless lovers, one night stands, and regretful drunken flings

2. Is sex really important to you in a relationship?
It’s extremely important to me. When I start a relationship, the sex needs to be almost daily. But it can taper off a bit as the relationship settles in. Although, it still better remain frequent and passionate. Otherwise, there is no relationship. You are just friends without the sex.

3. Do you like to have sex with people of the same sex, or the opposite sex?
I like both. I’ve had lots of lesbian lovers, and committed relationships. Although the majority of my partners have been men

4. How was the first time you had sex [details if you don’t mind]?
It wasn’t bad at all. Of course, it was fairly short. But we had been high school sweethearts for a year by the time we lost our virginity to each other. I was primed, since we had lots and lots of finger play before then. So it never hurt. I remember there was a nice euphoria after, although the sex itself wasn’t mind blowing. But by the 3rd of 4th time, we started to get the grove and it got pretty damn good.

5. How many different positions have you tried?
Countless numbers.

6. And how many different places have you done it?
Again countless numbers – every room in the house of course. Parents beds. The beach, on boats, camping. A hockey game. At bars. At parties. The list goes on.

7. How long does sex usually last for you?
Depends on the circumstances (how many drugs are we both on is a big factor). But probably about 20-30 minutes. I did have one boyfriend who consistently lasted hours. That was too much to handle. (so was the size of his member, lol)

8. Ever worry about getting caught?
When I was younger. Not now.

9. Have you ever been caught?
I’ve had sex in front of people, but that’s not actually getting caught I guess. No, not in the act. I got caught when people found out later though.

10. What position do you like best [don’t be shy!]?
I love doggie, and cowgirl.

11. Why is sex better rough?
There is an animalistic feel to it. Like you are breaking all the rules of conventional society and behaving with your cardinal instincts. And as a female, I love the feeling of being completely dominated

Drugs

1. How many different types of drugs have you done [list them]? Ha, I don’t know if I can list them all, but I will give it a try, lumping some together in categories.
Cannabis
Cocaine
Crack
Methamphetamine
Amphetamine
Heroin
Morphine
Hydrocodone
Oxycotin
Opana
Various other Opiate prescription drugs
Mushrooms (many varieties)
LSD
DMT
4-ACE-DMT
5-MEO-DMT
2C-Family (2c-I, 2c-b, 2c-e, etc, etc, etc…)
Ketamine
MXE
Benzo’s - Xanax, Temazepam, Klonopin, etc…
Barbiturates
Alcohol
Cigarettes
Nitrous Oxide
Spice
Salvia
MDMA (ecstasy pills, molly)
I’m sure there are more, including RC’s, but I can’t think of them all right now

2. How many different types of alcohol have you drank?
Jeeze, again, too many to list
Beer
Wine
Rum (light, dark, coconut, etc)
Vodka (lots of flavors)
Wine Coolers
Tequila
Schnapps
Whiskey
Bourbon
I don’t even want to go on…

3. How was your first time getting drunk/high?
First time was fun. I drank vodka straight up.

4. Do you prefer drugs or alcohol?
Drugs a hundred times over

5. What is your favorite drug?
Hard to choose a favorite. But Heroin, LSD, DMT and Pot certainly top the list. Although I’ve had abuse problems with almost every drug I’ve tried including sever problems with Meth, Coke Benzo’s and Ecstasy.

6. Have you ever been to a rave?
Yep

7. Do you take any prescription drugs [for medical reasons or not]?
Yep, all the time. For medical use (anti-depressants, amphetamine, benzo’s, soma, birth control) and have taken tons recreationally.

8. Do the parties you go to generally have drugs/alcohol?
Yes. All of them.

9. Have you ever tried IVing drugs?
Yes, I almost exclusively IV any drug possible. Heroin, Meth, Coke, I’ve love IVing LSD, and have tried MDMA among other drugs.

9. Are you a social drinker/smoker?
I’m a daily smoker and a social drinker now. Although there have been times where some would call me a raging alcoholic. Since I do junk daily (along with pot) I don’t drink daily anymore. Very rarely actually.

10. Is anyone in your family an alcoholic/drug addict?
Yes, many people in my family have been alcoholics.

13. Are you addicted to any drugs? Or have you been?
Yes, I’m addicted to heroin (I’m a junky), Crystal Methamphetamine (and a tweaker) and Cigarettes. I’ve considered myself addicted to other drugs in the past, and I was addicted to them. But nothing compares to the hold that junk and meth can have on you. They make all other addictions pale in comparison (besides alcohol)

12. Been to rehab?
No, I’m not ready to quit yet. Although I was able to stop a raging meth problem 2 times on my own. I also go o NA meeting and see a therapist at the Needle Exchange.

Rock&Roll

1. Who is your favorite band?
Phish, hands down. But the Disco Biscuits aren’t far behind.

2. Do prefer rock to rap?
Yes. I’m a Rock ‘n Roll girl.

3. What was the last concert you went to?
Phish at the Hollywood Bowl.

4. How much money would you pay to see your favorite band perform live [I mean you’d have front row seats and all that]?
I’ve paid over $350 per ticket to see Phish. Probably a little more than that for some shows. And they were never front row seats!

5. Do you have any band tees? Which ones?
Many Phish shirts, multiple Grateful Dead, Janes Addiction haha. I’ll definitely get t-shirts for STS9 and The Disco Biscuits too.

6. Do you sing along to songs all the time?
All the time.

7. Are you a music junkie?
Absolutely! I’m the definition of a music junky.

8. Who is your favorite old rock star?
David Byrne

9. What is your favorite movie involving rock music?
This is Spinal Tap

10. Would you ever be in a band?
I was in lots of bands earlier in life, including a jazz band. I played piano.

11. How many shows do you go to in a year?
There have been years I’ve seen close to 50 shows a year, if not more. An average year, I still see over 30 probably.

All of ‘em together

1. Why do people associate the three of these things together?
The obviously go hand in hand. You take lots of drugs at shows, then you get horny on the drugs, listening to mind blowing music and go have sex after the show.

2. Out of the three which is your favorite?
Can’t choose one. I couldn’t live without music though. Or sex for that matter. I could live without drugs, but I don’t want to.

3. Would you give up the other two to have a lot of the other one?
I have struck a very nice balance. So I am not going to give up any of them.

4. Ever associate them together yourself [ex: sex with music]?
Of course, as I mentioned, they go hand in hand.


5. Do you have any advice on getting into any of the three?
Just experiment with new things. Listen to music you've never heard before, try a new position between the sheets. And don't be scared of new drugs, if you want to try them. But don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to!

I had a dream that I was looking all over for my kit. I was going to do a line and I was searching madly for my kit. After a long time of looking, I started thinking about what else I could use to a line. I went into a private bathroom off a private bedroom (the house I was in was immaculate, so it wasn't my house.)

In the dream I felt bad that I was going back to the drug. I briefly considered saying no, but I felt like I wouldn't get the chance again. I had bud with me in the dream. I don't know where I got it. I don't where I got drugs either. I just had them and wanted to find my kit.

I know exactly where my kit is in real life. I don't have any drugs in it. I don't have the money to buy drugs. I don't have the desire to buy drugs. I have a couple joints right here. I'm going to get high and eat bacon. I don't want drugs.

I don't like dreaming about drugs though. The rush before the come up... the anticipation of the come up... I had forgotten about that and my dream reminded me.

I am a little bit tempted this morning.

Well its been awhile since I have written here. A lot of things in my life have changed in the last 4 months. I decided not to return to the university I was attending. Instead I stayed in my hometown and I am attending community college. I have 9 more hours before I receive my 2 year general studies degree. I should have that done by December when I will try and transfer to the 4 year school in my hometown. I am still single which kinda sucks because I feel really lonely. I know I am not ugly but I just don't have a lot of self confidence. Plus I am living with my parents right now so its tough to bring girls here and stuff. On the upside I should have an apartment in the next couple weeks and I got a job making sandwiches 20 hours a week. I like the job as its really chill and my good friend works with me.

I keep thinking that I should be feeling pretty good about my life right now. But instead I am still fighting this feeling of melancholy. In fact I realize I will probably be fighting it forever. That really sucks because if I am destined to be miserable my whole life than there is really no point in living. Well if I am honest it weren't for drugs I would be dead already.

I have been pretty successful staying away form the heroin. I have only used a couple times in the last 4 months. I think my addiction to it is pretty much done. Even when I do it I don't jones like I used too. In fact getting back on suboxone after a run is a relief. I just wonder if I would feel the same way without the suboxone? I really doubt I would.

Well I am going to try and write more often now that I hae a computer again. Thanks for reading. PLUR