10 mg valium, 2 mg klonopin, and 60 mg IV morphine. I got the little purple ones that don't gel like a bitch like morphine usually does.
All day I felt like pulling my hair out. In the past 5 days I've been on suicide watch in the ER, taken to a mental hospital in handcuffs because of that, gotten jumped & beat up, and spent the night in jail for blowing a .13 and being underage after I got the shit beat out of me because I was on too much liquor/pot/valium/klonopin to fight back.
Now I'm fuckin' straaaight.
This is my last shebang before I go to a 14-day rehab for drugs and panic/depression. Both places I'm looking at are really nice, and I'm going of my own accord. First it was because I'm broke and had to move back home and it was a condition of me living here, but I'm ready to quit for me now. I mean, I'm sure I will get high occasionally but when I learn some coping skills and take up a new hobby (keep doing hoopdance, and also start taking martial arts) I won't NEED drugs.
High as hell, sorry it's so long.
Edit: Ate another valium. No ddllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
^ See what happens?