God I hate how I digress (this is only the end of a significantly long rant I chose not to publish here in full) , and despite my utter awareness of it, I can't keep from doing it. Worse yet, are the times I lack clear direction in a tangent (yes, this is the case w/ the following). I'll keep this part brief (FAIL), but I'm starting to either come to terms w/ faults in myself, or I'm becoming a thing I dislike and do not respect. Essentially, the problem can be evaluated as twofold: there's my addictions, and secondly, the thing I'm discovering is all I can do w/ loved and close ones is talk about the addiction. I can still rhapsodize about music at length, and a few other topics hold my attention at lengthy spans, but if left idle, I'll bring it around to my addiction on some level. It can be the difficulties, or what I'll not altogether comfortably deem glorification, the science, basically any aspect. Actually, after a few mere second's evaluation, I am comfortable identifying a sizable amount of my expression as glorification/romanticizing. This is difficult for me, mainly b/c I've always derided the act of identifying w/ others over drugs, particularly marijuana, and/or also bolstering drugs as an emblem or identity. Of course heroin and marijuana each have their varied subcultures/stereotypes/mythology etc., but I've realized my continual association of heroin (and cocaine to a lesser extent) to myself intrinsically is identical, or at least analogous, to the identifying oneself as a stoner. To me, this is pathetic on many levels, and it transgresses more than one of my personal ethics. It is so easy to delude yourself, even w/o the veil of drugs, but when your normative state is opiates, or, I should switch to my/me - eh, so my norm perception distorted by opiates, I've already managed to swallow bigger lies (I don't want to imply/state most, or even some, opiate users lie to themselves, or deny their reality, etc, although I can attest it made self-deception and delusion easily contour to my life). Point being, it's hard to deny to yourself major violations of your own code (ie stealing from family), but it is more murky to detect the abstract or philosophical betrayals, w/ or w/o drugs. I'll conclude this point by saying this contributes majorly to my rut and is hijacking my identity. I think I'm losing my friends due to this. I know I need to fill my life w/ meaningful activities and abstain from drugs, but in the short time I've kept clean I've annoyed the close ones in my life doing this, including you possibly
EDIT: I'm sorry how unhinged this all is. I typed so much throughout the morning and it's now 4:15am and I can't sleep and my family, or at least my brother, probably can tell I've relapsed. I think things are winding up to something pretty bad. They know they're amidst my evil, and there is something dreadful on my horizon. Sorry fellow darksiders, I've not kept strong
