Axemancometh
Bluelighter
If you use a bunch of different drugs indiscriminately then you know what I'm talking about. I am not (nor have I been) truly 'addicted' to any particular thing - except for the idea of getting fucked up all the time. Stressful day at work? 'I'd kill for some drugs fr' Normal boring period of idleness? 'some drugs would hit right about now' Good day? 'let's get fucked up on the weekend' Inconvenience? 'brooo lemme get high' To be honest, I'm thinking about going to the gas station and copping a few beers right now - and I'm gonna!
I even dream about drugs - including ones I haven't actually done. One in about five dreams are drug-related for me. All hobbies I have are made more interesting and therefore performed solely under the influence. I think I'm gonna turn into a drug soon. I straight swiped some of my grandfather's zolpiclone once, while another time at the clinic I peeked at a bottle of Ativan and it was speaking to me like the one ring.
You wanna know what the worst consequence of this is? I legit go to the doctor's with the anticipation of getting a script; I don't see the clinic as a health centre anymore, but rather a licensed plug. I abuse nearly every prescription that I'm given: Zoloft? feels like speed and makes my chest feel all warm - take twice the daily dose and feel the mania by 4pm; Balcofen? You already know we're popping at least three for my 'neck pain' (which was real) - I almost died mixing that shit; and you best mf believe what my intentions were when I went in talking about 'getting medication for my ADHD'. (tho I'm more careful with stims)
All my homies are either in the same situation, or will say some stupid shit like 'ooh don't make me barge in and narcan your ass' (face punch-able statement).
I'm not gonna tell my family because they're gonna make me go to rehab and treat me like I'm a full-blown street-demon (no offence to the unhoused folks here) who tries to sell anything and everything in their possession for dope money - because they did that very same thing when I was caught with pot in high school. I'm not gonna tell my family doctor because I'm gonna get profiled as a serial drug abuser for the rest of my life. (I already did so with the campus clinic and they did the exact same thing)
This isn't a super dire situation - I'm not on the verge of scoring a shit ton of dope right now and murdering my chemical receptors. The number one thing keeping me from going all out all the time is money. Spending money in general pisses me off, so not wanting to blow everything on dragon-chasing is a very powerful barrier to me. This is a direct consequence of my youthful follies and I understand that feeling will likely follow me the rest of my life or until I have a psychotic break and am forced to get a chemical lobotomy. I really just gotta chill is what. (and maybe get a beer)

I even dream about drugs - including ones I haven't actually done. One in about five dreams are drug-related for me. All hobbies I have are made more interesting and therefore performed solely under the influence. I think I'm gonna turn into a drug soon. I straight swiped some of my grandfather's zolpiclone once, while another time at the clinic I peeked at a bottle of Ativan and it was speaking to me like the one ring.
You wanna know what the worst consequence of this is? I legit go to the doctor's with the anticipation of getting a script; I don't see the clinic as a health centre anymore, but rather a licensed plug. I abuse nearly every prescription that I'm given: Zoloft? feels like speed and makes my chest feel all warm - take twice the daily dose and feel the mania by 4pm; Balcofen? You already know we're popping at least three for my 'neck pain' (which was real) - I almost died mixing that shit; and you best mf believe what my intentions were when I went in talking about 'getting medication for my ADHD'. (tho I'm more careful with stims)
All my homies are either in the same situation, or will say some stupid shit like 'ooh don't make me barge in and narcan your ass' (face punch-able statement).
I'm not gonna tell my family because they're gonna make me go to rehab and treat me like I'm a full-blown street-demon (no offence to the unhoused folks here) who tries to sell anything and everything in their possession for dope money - because they did that very same thing when I was caught with pot in high school. I'm not gonna tell my family doctor because I'm gonna get profiled as a serial drug abuser for the rest of my life. (I already did so with the campus clinic and they did the exact same thing)
This isn't a super dire situation - I'm not on the verge of scoring a shit ton of dope right now and murdering my chemical receptors. The number one thing keeping me from going all out all the time is money. Spending money in general pisses me off, so not wanting to blow everything on dragon-chasing is a very powerful barrier to me. This is a direct consequence of my youthful follies and I understand that feeling will likely follow me the rest of my life or until I have a psychotic break and am forced to get a chemical lobotomy. I really just gotta chill is what. (and maybe get a beer)

