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What 'hit' are you craving for RIGHT NOW?! v. 3.0

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Pot, and lots of it, out of my gorgeous Ehle bong thats sitting up at my apartment right now while I'm home visiting family for the holidays. I have some but looks like there will be no sneaking off to get blazed today, and I really hate new years.

A refill on my xanax would be great too, but that was my own damn fault for not taking care of it before visiting my family. Ugh, I'd love to be anything but sober right now.
 
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Just a few more shards.... let me feel my eyes tear and my fucking nose feel the fucking burnn!!!!!!!.....
 
Few bumps of crystal to get me thru the night, damn it!!!!! Just give the whole bag and i will be happy for the entire weekend.=D
 
I'd like an upper right now. It's a love hate thing. I don't want one-but I CRAVE one. Thankfully, they are nowhere in sight...and no one has any.
 
Fuckin H!!! I think there is some sitting in my mailbox right now, but I don't have the key god damn it!

Dude, holy shit. One time this happened to me and I could not find my fucking key. The mail came a day late, and I was deep into the throes of the worst withdrawal I've ever had. I woke up the next morning in agony, but expectant that I would get my H that day. BUT I COULDN'T FIND MY KEY!!!! I went crazy looking for it for hours, stumbled out of my room all stooped over like junkies are in WD to try to get my roommate to help me, and we tore apart our apartment looking for the key. I called up my apartment offices after doing this for an hour, begging them to give me a new key, but it was the weekend so they said I had to schedule an appointment for Monday. I was like, "You're there right now, can I please just do this now?" But they refused, the bastards. So I hobbled down to the offices, banged on the door, knowing they were in there, but no one ever answered.

About to cry, I went back to my apartment, reaching in my pocket to unlock the door, and lo and behold! The mail key is right in my fucking pocket of the fucking jacket that I'd been wearing through this entire ordeal. I had checked it at least 30 times, gone through all my other clothes, but I guess I had just missed it. Needless to say, that was fucking relief when I opened the box and the package was there. Let me quote American Psycho here: "...and relief that is almost tidal in scope washes over me in an awesome wave." Every junkie knows what that shot is like.

Ugh, but I don't miss those days at all. I hope to never be back there again.
 
I have been DYING for weeks to get something opioid... Need more Tramadol, I'll take Oxys or whatever.
Being stoned is usual and boring.

That mixed in with I've been randomly fighting wanting to smoke a bunch of shard. But I kinda made it nearly impossible to get any when I decided I HAD to quit!
 
xanax. I really, really, desperately, need some xanax. But lo and behold, there are none.
 
I am dying for some opiates right now. WD's + hungover....plus I slept on my buddy's floor last night. Fucking sucks.
 
I've had my fix of heroin, now I really really want that IM shot of ketamine. 50mg in the butt, then another, then another, then another...
 
xanax. I really, really, desperately, need some xanax. But lo and behold, there are none.

HaHa I knew that feeling so bad before rehab yanked it. SUCK! I'm surpised I didn't have seizures. But now that I'm off and have found that I like SO many other drugs. Benzos are only good for me now for anxiety and sleep...so it weed and weed it more fun. But whatever works.

I am dying for some opiates right now. WD's + hungover....plus I slept on my buddy's floor last night. Fucking sucks.


OMG WDs and Hungover...shit I would wish I was dead. Seriously. Lay there can't move enough to but want to drive a drill bit through your brain...

Everything
That equals me all the time. LOL People ask you want you want... whatever you have. I don't give a fuck. Now please.
 
cravin' the hit that i should be having right now.....but nope, the dealer decided to be shady and sell me a gram of FUCKING salt instead of ketamine. which i had to find out the hard way aka did a line of it :| that burned like a motherfucker :!:p:X:|
 
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