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Aja909

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I have conquered drugs.
okay maybe not but I am *bored* with them - only a certain few things remain that tickle my fancy
and as always I am left at the end of the tunnel asking for more
all I can say is that my tolerance is that of a firewall with its setting up to "max"
Imagine doing 3cc's of K and you don't even cop a buzz
Imagine popping 5 potent-as-can be rolls and having nothing but dialated pupils
you can snort a line of yay so long it takes a wristwatch rather than a straw to measure your nonexistant high
oooh and then there is heroin my buddy when I want to inject something that will leave a yellow mark on my arm the next day and constipate my lunch right out of me
am I done yet?
how silly of me to throw that out there
my life is on edge with that syringe anyday, ***REMEMBER***
all it takes is being alone with your finger on the plunger
and time
lots of time
so where to from here I ask?
I've found love but it's temporarily experiencing a menstrual cycle
and I
I am not too sure if I am making wise decisions
everyday
I am faced with the facts that I will:
1)Eat
2)Sleep
3)Shit
and then somewhere inbetween there I will occasionally try to put drugs and/or food in my body that is fueled by myself going to a place called "work". I flush my earnings down the sewage system after I digest the nutrients that are listed on the back of every product that I can purchase with my money at my local grocery store reachable by replacing the petroleum distilates in my automobile at regular intervals.
Somehow I end up at "night clubs" and "rave parties" every weekend where I can utilize my left-over earnings and purchase/aquire more drugs/chemicals/things that make you go "Wheee!" until I pass out from lack of sleep/oxygen.
Something's missing
hey
audible frequencies and anger
some lights and big speakers
*WAIT!*
I know
nah - you guys "can't hang"
you dance like a fish
MY feet are drilled into the ground where hedgehogs can hear my emotions
how about you?
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-motorollerkid-
 
ummm wow....I think....that left me feeling more than a little confused, I was all good for most of it (at first I thought Id have to move it to one of the drugs forums though :) ) and then it hit the end and left me confused as fuck. I like it...although Im not sure why, maybe I just like feeling lost.... :) nice work Aja
 
a lot of really strong emotions here.. and a very touchy subject to deal with. can i say i've been there? yes. can i say i was there more than once yes? can i say i succeeded? no, not every time. i know what its like to finally find the courage to put that part of your life in the past, but then not be able to find the strength to follow through with it. so i wish you the best of luck on that one.
this line really got me:
you can snort a line of yay so long it takes a wristwatch rather than a straw to measure your nonexistant high
whatever drugs did for you, i hope you can find something 10 times better in real life! props to you!
 
Something's missing
Remember darlin, what your searching for is not always in the right place your looking.
I hope your ready for the next step ,,, you have friends that care about you remember that,,,,, me being one of them :)
 
This has personally been one of the most engaging posts I've read.
This reminds me of what it is like being emotionally deprived.. numb to everything.
Fitting that the Verve's 'A Northern Soul' is playing as I type.
 
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