Felt like that for years as well... The next comment reminded me of being verbally abusive myself - terribly so at times especially with my partner. There are reasons for that but what I mean to say is: a lot of this is (becoming) a deeply ingrained habit. Sometimes fate grants me a bright moment like today after I burst out once again, when someone else said: yeah I noticed that as well but so what? I don't care... That was a bit of a wake up call making me realize those ever same thought patterns I use to perceive things through.. and the possibility to see/ react in a different way... Now this won't heal me or the relationship for the matter, but it's a small seed of change... It's gonna take a zillion reminders before I'm likely to truly change my ways, but it's good to see that the possibility exists...The peace in my mind will always be interrupted.
I wish I could live all alone. But there is nothing worth living for that way.
I'm so tired of having to convince people about myself, just to have basic things.
Meanwhile the things going on in my head are so.. much more significant than these petty issues.
But in ignoring the petty issues they become bigger issues.
Stress is a universal experience that does not exempt anyone,
acting as a marker of engagement in life rather than just a purely negative, avoidable event.
Did you have any withdrawals from the chronic use?
i have chronic pain and pot doesn’t really agree with me ,however I started microdosing to hopefully get use to it where it would help with pain but not mess with my head so much. I noticed I can take a little bit more than I use to . I have friends though that spend every spare dollar at dispensaries because it does work for pain and I see the tolerance go way up .a good friend of mine seems very irritated if she misses even a day. Which makes me afraid to get hooked on pot. Is that thing?
I dont think you're responsible. We ultimately cant predict these things and if you knew itd turn out this way im sure you would have chosen differentlySo, my one friend here in my little town has checked himself into the Psych ward. He is definitely crazy paranoid and stuff. He has developed a serious phenibut addiction and I feel really guilty because he started on it when he saw me dosing some and he wanted to try it.
I warned him about it and potential consequences and he just went crazy with the stuff - one day he took fucking 12 grams! I'm sad and really angry with myself.
Ultimately it's him making the decisions, but I feel a sense of responsibility. I should have just said "no" when he wanted to try it.
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Please don’t loose hope. I can’t understand why a roommate would do this. I’m sending a prayer your way if you want it.well my worst fear came true. Roommate searched my room, my found my shit and notified the police and my mom who is now standing outside with the police sobbing her eyes out.
Took fuck knows how much O-DSMT and benzos, enough to not give a fuck anymore
Waiting for them to break down my door then off to rehab, prison, psych ward or the morgue.
Bittersweet how I was doing fucking better. Hell, I came home sober and in a good mood and then my entire world, all I’ve worked for comes crashing down. I almost made it out. I miss my friends.
A part of me hopes I OD and die but a part of me is scared my bestfriend in particular would try to follow me into death. I just feel sad about having had a brief taste of freedom and hope, only to have it violently ripped away. Would have a concert of my all-time favorite band tomorrow too and my birthday in 2 weeks which would have been the first birthday I could actually fucking breath.
Guess I don’t deserve it or this world is just plain cruel. Suprised I can still type. Starting to feel real fucked up now though
Honestly feel pathetic posting this here. Just feel so fucking lonely and lost. What a sad fucking way for things to go right when I finally started seeing hope. I hate this cruel world
Oh dear!well my worst fear came true. Roommate searched my room, my found my shit and notified the police and my mom who is now standing outside with the police sobbing her eyes out.
Took fuck knows how much O-DSMT and benzos, enough to not give a fuck anymore
Waiting for them to break down my door then off to rehab, prison, psych ward or the morgue.
Bittersweet how I was doing fucking better. Hell, I came home sober and in a good mood and then my entire world, all I’ve worked for comes crashing down. I almost made it out. I miss my friends.
A part of me hopes I OD and die but a part of me is scared my bestfriend in particular would try to follow me into death. I just feel sad about having had a brief taste of freedom and hope, only to have it violently ripped away. Would have a concert of my all-time favorite band tomorrow too and my birthday in 2 weeks which would have been the first birthday I could actually fucking breath.
Guess I don’t deserve it or this world is just plain cruel. Suprised I can still type. Starting to feel real fucked up now though
Honestly feel pathetic posting this here. Just feel so fucking lonely and lost. What a sad fucking way for things to go right when I finally started seeing hope. I hate this cruel world
I’m okay, or alive I guess.. honestly I have no clue what is happening anymore.Oh dear!Please give a life sign when you're able to..
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Well, looks like you're going to be able to see your fav. Band after all - glad you're okay!I’m okay, or alive I guess.. honestly I have no clue what is happening anymore.
Had a dentist appointment planned this morning, sitting in the waiting room right now. There was no police outside anymore, but there was a blood trail starting at the room next to mine, which is the room of a guy who I’ve heard is addicted to coke.
My guess is that maybe all the police and talk about drug use yesterday was about him and not me and that I may have been having auditory hallucinations due to extreme lack of sleep lately.
I’m very confused right now, it’s been 12+ hours since I took the shit but I’m really, like really fucking high right now