jose ribas da silva
Bluelighter
Why do I love drugs so much?
This week, after a long period sober, I have thrown everything in the air. A HUGE fuck for life
I had a social commitment today and I knew that for this situation it would be necessary to spend a lot of energy, socializing, being nice, making professional contacts. The big thing is that I am dead inside, completely, no energy, no happiness, a hollow body, a body without a soul.
How could I spend six to eight hours at a social event, which, in turn, would require the most of my social abilities, being dead inside, barely leaving my bed when at home? There is only one answer to this question: cocaine!
Yesterday, I went to buy it, got the product, the purest one, 2 g, enough to have fun without losing the control (I was addicted to cocaine)
It was necessary to get up early today, considering this, of course, I took alprazolam to sleep yesterday night, 1 mg, just to alleviate cocaine comedowns.
Today, I woke up feeling great, my depression disappeared, my event was excellent, and I reached my goals. From time to time, I was in the bathroom snorting some lines (the cocaine sensations were even better than normal because of the residual alprazolam effect). I presented my work with mastery (high as fuck). Probably, my career will be a success and I will gain a lot of money. Nevertheless, I will still hate my life.
Doing a line right now, one of the last lines, depressive music playing, all my mouth is anesthetized, my teeth, my body, my soul. I light up my joint, drink a beer, life is wonderful right now. At the same time I feel nice I feel paranoid, strange, probably because my brain is fucked up forever.
Tomorrow I don’t have more drugs, the hell will begin again. I cannot enjoy life without drugs, when I try I am faking.
Why do I love drugs so much ?
This week, after a long period sober, I have thrown everything in the air. A HUGE fuck for life
I had a social commitment today and I knew that for this situation it would be necessary to spend a lot of energy, socializing, being nice, making professional contacts. The big thing is that I am dead inside, completely, no energy, no happiness, a hollow body, a body without a soul.
How could I spend six to eight hours at a social event, which, in turn, would require the most of my social abilities, being dead inside, barely leaving my bed when at home? There is only one answer to this question: cocaine!
Yesterday, I went to buy it, got the product, the purest one, 2 g, enough to have fun without losing the control (I was addicted to cocaine)
It was necessary to get up early today, considering this, of course, I took alprazolam to sleep yesterday night, 1 mg, just to alleviate cocaine comedowns.
Today, I woke up feeling great, my depression disappeared, my event was excellent, and I reached my goals. From time to time, I was in the bathroom snorting some lines (the cocaine sensations were even better than normal because of the residual alprazolam effect). I presented my work with mastery (high as fuck). Probably, my career will be a success and I will gain a lot of money. Nevertheless, I will still hate my life.
Doing a line right now, one of the last lines, depressive music playing, all my mouth is anesthetized, my teeth, my body, my soul. I light up my joint, drink a beer, life is wonderful right now. At the same time I feel nice I feel paranoid, strange, probably because my brain is fucked up forever.
Tomorrow I don’t have more drugs, the hell will begin again. I cannot enjoy life without drugs, when I try I am faking.
Why do I love drugs so much ?