Bit late but fuck I’ve had the worst birthday weekend of my life. Will try to keep the ramble short to stay OT, so Friday night’s chemicals were:
- 0.45g insufflated + 0.20g meth smoked
- roughly 0.5g 2-mmc
- roughly 0.25g speed
- 165mg MDMA
- 35mg diazepam
Had a shit birthday last Thursday, but tried to at least make Friday fun so I had planned a big picnic with almost all my friends, stressful morning getting all the food & shit ready for only 2 out of 15 of my friends to show up :/
Like I was prepared for some to cancel but yeah. That made me spiral like mad, hadn’t slept or eaten much in days too and my two friends also had to leave early.
I felt like shit, had a mental breakdown, relapsed with self harm again, took 10mg diazepam to calm me tf down. Had planned to go to this rave Friday night with a friend, he canceled as well so at that point I just couldn’t give a shit anymore, snorted a bunch of meth, speed, 2-mmc and ended up impulsively smoking the last of the gram, inside my room, not even opening a window. I think I even tried to smoke some 2-mmc but I was so fucked up that I have no clue if that even worked.
Went to the rave alone, arrived way too late in a hurry and lost my earbuds. More 2-mmc and took 0.75 of an xtc pill. The xtc combined with all the other stuff really REALLY fucked me up. My vision still hasn’t fully recovered, I was seeing double for hours.
On the way back I felt sad and incredibly angry, hadn’t had a single social interaction and missed most of the rave by being way too late. Got harassed and followed and nearly punched one of them but the guy’s friend and security at the train station intervened and a kind woman stayed with me the rest of the train ride.
Then in the train I thought I saw two of my roommates. My sunglasses broke and it was incredibly obvious I was high as fuck, so I (thought???) I heard them talk about me and calling the cops and my mom, etc… etc… then they followed me to the tram stop, or at least that’s what I was convinced was happening, so I hid in a bike parking garage for hours tweaked tf out.
I still don’t know how much of the shit with my roommates actually happend and I am moving out as I’m typing this. I made a huge mistake accepting that g of meth because now that and opioids are all I can think about, but I can’t go to my dealer cuz moving back to my mom’s place and shit.
When I finally got home from the rave I had another breakdown and was seriously considering suicide until one of my rave friends called me asking if I was okay and needed help. I seriously owe him shit because he managed to calm me down enough to take some diazepam and then I passed tf out for fuck knows how long.
I’m doing ‘better’ now or at least not actively suicidal anymore. Just benzo’d tf out while trying to act sober for my family who are helping me move back home. Depressed as hell about having to go back to the shithole that is my mom’s house.
But the friend who called me yesterday is the boyfriend of the girl who wants to find an apartment together, as we’re both in a similar shitty home situation and we’re very similar life style wise, or more so, we both love drugs and raving our problems away while also needing a stable, calm home and our creative and nerdy hobbies.
Said I wasn’t going to ramble but oops. Too high to care. Have to go now though, hope y’all had a better weekend aha :’)