I recently moved out of my hometown city, the one I grew up in fragmented doses and also the same place I spent during the era of 2001-2015.
Anyway, I used to get on bluelight two or three years ago when I had first started using meth, and before. Maybe some of you remember me, maybe not. Regardless, since I have moved out of the "city" that I had so many terrible drugged out memories, to give you a glimpse me and my dad would almost always have some insanely drugged out bums living in our house with us-- the worst that it ever got was when an "old friend" came to stay with us and had brought his girlfriend and 1 year old son with him--whilst cracking our house up continuously every waking moment of everyday. I'll never forget how I felt when he was staying with us and I would be coming home from work-- I had a damn good job but I knew that it did not matter whatsoever because once I would get home there he would be waiting, sitting in my room and sickeningly eager to push crack or coke on me.....bear in mind I realize that I AM RESPONSIBLE for the drugs that I consume, HOWEVER.....situations such as these are absolutely demoralizing and debilitating.....I eventually kicked him and his family out, where she and the son moved far away...
Now, I am the one who has moved away. It can be painfully boring and quiet out here where I live now, but through the months that I've been here I have been able to summon up this kind of inner peace....it is truly remarkable that I can finally REFLECT on what all has happened in my life since the end of 2012! This would not have been possible if we had not moved away from the doom and gloom of that old house, and the countless people in my old city that I NOW CHOOSE
to have nothing to do with because I can finally see clearly who is a "friend" and who is merely "misery loves company." I even quit my last job because, 1. my boss ripped me off, 2. this guy I tried to help out and got him a job ended up relapsing way bad and would bring dope into work too often. Fuck that shit. Maybe I will be strong enough in the years ahead to not be swayed by "dope at work" but no, for now fuck that shit.



Though I am still fighting somewhat with meth use I truly believe that the longer I can soak in this self-reflective environment and just be totally myself out here....that my use of meth will dissipate more and more as time goes on. I was always so willing to accommodate the most terrible human beings not only in my life but even letting these fools have free room and board at my home....just openly inviting the darkest energies into my life. Its like I'm still learning who I really am and what I really want to be....like a clean, blank slate.
I've been through hell....and its time to move on. I hope that you guys can get clean, too, and hopefully, if you don't already eventually will have a "safe-haven" type of place to call your own.
Moving out here was the best thing that has happened to me in YEARS.
Anyway, I used to get on bluelight two or three years ago when I had first started using meth, and before. Maybe some of you remember me, maybe not. Regardless, since I have moved out of the "city" that I had so many terrible drugged out memories, to give you a glimpse me and my dad would almost always have some insanely drugged out bums living in our house with us-- the worst that it ever got was when an "old friend" came to stay with us and had brought his girlfriend and 1 year old son with him--whilst cracking our house up continuously every waking moment of everyday. I'll never forget how I felt when he was staying with us and I would be coming home from work-- I had a damn good job but I knew that it did not matter whatsoever because once I would get home there he would be waiting, sitting in my room and sickeningly eager to push crack or coke on me.....bear in mind I realize that I AM RESPONSIBLE for the drugs that I consume, HOWEVER.....situations such as these are absolutely demoralizing and debilitating.....I eventually kicked him and his family out, where she and the son moved far away...
Now, I am the one who has moved away. It can be painfully boring and quiet out here where I live now, but through the months that I've been here I have been able to summon up this kind of inner peace....it is truly remarkable that I can finally REFLECT on what all has happened in my life since the end of 2012! This would not have been possible if we had not moved away from the doom and gloom of that old house, and the countless people in my old city that I NOW CHOOSE
to have nothing to do with because I can finally see clearly who is a "friend" and who is merely "misery loves company." I even quit my last job because, 1. my boss ripped me off, 2. this guy I tried to help out and got him a job ended up relapsing way bad and would bring dope into work too often. Fuck that shit. Maybe I will be strong enough in the years ahead to not be swayed by "dope at work" but no, for now fuck that shit.


Though I am still fighting somewhat with meth use I truly believe that the longer I can soak in this self-reflective environment and just be totally myself out here....that my use of meth will dissipate more and more as time goes on. I was always so willing to accommodate the most terrible human beings not only in my life but even letting these fools have free room and board at my home....just openly inviting the darkest energies into my life. Its like I'm still learning who I really am and what I really want to be....like a clean, blank slate.
I've been through hell....and its time to move on. I hope that you guys can get clean, too, and hopefully, if you don't already eventually will have a "safe-haven" type of place to call your own.
Moving out here was the best thing that has happened to me in YEARS.
