Haven't been sober since I was 15. Started smoking weed everyday at 18 started shooting heroin for 2 years. Suboxone maintence 1 year, few relapses, now stuck on methadone at 110mg. Then I did something I promised I'd never do and got hooked on a benzo. Etizolam. Trying to taper but stuck at 8-10mg a day. Last week my parents tried to throw me in the loony bin cuz I was so depressed. I've had wicked anxiety literally all my life. And insomnia. So between panic attacks and sleep deprivation and being depressed from trying to taper 2 heavy ass drugs it's hard to act completely yourself. And this was right when we were getting close again. Theyre the last ones I Have left. i spent Days watching my dad and Finally said "love you" for the first time in decades. No friends. Haven't had a girl in 2 years. Haven't even fucked since then either. So I'm so alone. Stuck with myself and drugs.
I've been cutting on and off since about 15 too. Wen the panic attacks get real bad. I haven't in maybe a week but I keep picking thr scabs just to hurt a little and I want to cut more but I'm too depressed and worn down to even go get my rusty ass blade. Then there's the abortion. When I was 19 my girl and I got pregnant (was fucked on dope, I think I may have done it on purpose just to have a baby to love, don't know, maybe I just can't admit it.) we had the abortion way too late, don't know how the doctor let it happen. We had planned to spend the day together to talk and deal with it. But when we got home her brother was home and she was legit cheery and wouldn't take my hints to get us alone. And I never cried about it till a few days ago. All the way to the methadone clinic. All the way back. 30 min each way. And music and writing, my true passions, I can't even do them.
I have an IQ of 130 (done by a true psychologist, 1 on 1 with a legit test. Look at me I'm special I'm smart) and I've always just felt more than everyone else. I know everyone says that. But hey. I could've been something if I became an author or whatever. But I'm a pussy. I keep dropping out of college and staying on maintence and doing more drugs and self pitying. If I could have 1 thing it'd be a girl. Who liked me for real, for who I was, and wasn't just using me for attention or distraction like te others, and who I didn't just need to lean on. And this is where this all started. A girl like that, and I could've had her, but my best friend wanted her too. So I said you can have her, even though she said she wanted me more. Tats when the drugs started. And now here we are. Or should I say here I am, writing in short, terse, self pitying sentences, in a website that is a pool of the same thing. People who deserve what they got because of no self control. I'm so alone. I wish I could cry about it. But that abortion thing was the only thing that broke through. And it wasn't a real cry, just a silent, one tear a minute type deal.
I'm setting up to see psychiatrists and shit n a few weeks, and move out my parents place. But what about right now. The money's gonna run out and so is the excuses and reasons to keep going. Fuck