Nice and fucked on a rock of crack, and then a bag of B. Didn't even need to pay for it, as a mate owed me for some K, job done.
It's taken me fucking hours to drink three pints of cider, which for me is a RECORD! Apparently I'm an alcoholic in recovery now. Not drank in days, and im not arsed.
I've got the lyrics to a song that a mate sent me the other day going around my head, which I wish I didn't, ('Slow suicides no way to go' - from Mad Season - Wake Up) as I can see my mates sharps box sat on my floor that he's left here along with the kit that I got him sorted with. I got some shit from my bf for sorting him out with decent needles and kit, but....... he was going to do it anyway, with the same fucking needle and after I saw the state of his arm, I knew the damage was from using a blunt needle. Better he do it anyway and ignore our advice, and me sort him out with decent kit. He didn't even have any wipes, vit c or anything! Just normal citric, which I know can cause a reaction. Eh? Or am I encouraging him like my BF insists. My bf is anti needle.
But, the lad was my bf's mate before he was my mate, my bf said he was worried about him, but he didn't think to take him to a safe place to get him sorted and has admitted that he probably wouldn't have thought to, (probably as he thought he;d be encouraging it) but that's as he's not registered with the place, I am. The lad was going to keep doing it anyway, using needles given too him, i'm NOT seeing that happen.
I need to fucking wake up myself. I'm on a waiting list for a script, and got my first day next week of an 8 week programme of activities with a drugs project. Sooner the better. Maybe I need to lose my boyfriend and new mates who have come along with him too. I've waffled, but I needed to...