smokemctoke420
Bluelighter
I dont even know where to start. opiate addiction has taken a mean toll on my mental health, especially in the last 2 years. ill be 24 next month and ive had this demon for the last 7 years. i started off with the normal opiates after my mom broke her leg and got oxycodone and left them on the table and i, being the asshole i am, decided to try some. since then ive done vics and percs, then roxies then 2 years ago i insufflated herion for the first time while extremly drunk. That feeling of fullness is exactly what has taken me downhill to where i am today.
I first tried dope april of 2011 and didnt do it again till that next winter when i had a weekend blackout at my job of 5 years that involved last of kpins, bars, roxis, and dope. i got fired for leaving multiple times and then foging my time card to make it look like i was there the whole night. i spent the winter with no job and then i got a job where my dad works at a golf course for the last 9 years. i loved it, and still do. so last summer i meant a few connects, including ones at my job. since then i have not saved a single penny or once i have i w/d it and spend it. i spent all my winter unemployment on pills and then when i started working back to the course this march i met someone that had dope connects and i was doing dope all the time along with oxys. i now have 2 jobs working a comnbined 70 hours a week. ive made a good amount of money in the last 4 months and have nothing to show for it. im almost 24, still live with my parents and grandma, i have no car, still havent gotten my license back from a 2008 dui charge, have no money. all i have to look forward is to doing drugs. thats it.
the day after july 4th my coworker at my second job (the one i blacked out at, they asked me back for part time help) who ive known and has been a good friend since i was a freshman in high school asked me if i was snorting pills again. i lied but the next day i confessed. had like 6 days with no dope or anything but i was still getting high on suboxone all of those days while telling them that i was using it to curb cravings for a month and am gonna jump off.
well, a few days ago i woke up and felt depressed, and had a lot of anxiety. i told my mom how ive been fucking up lately. i went to an aa meetin that day and thats the only one ive been to. i can never keep clean, its all i think about. at work, at home, when i get paid. drugs is all i think about, especially dope and oxy. ive withdrawed a few times lately to. i used to have a toleramce of 20 mgs of oxy all the way up until about a month ago when i went on a binge of 10 bags a day for about 8 days. blew alot of money. when i was done i was withdrawing and got some subs and was alright. then decided to fuck myself again and started doing oxy and 6 days on subs. only waited 1 day and just broke through cuz i only consumed 24mgs over about 4 days.
im not gonna go into much more cuz im tired of typing, my ankles hurt, and i wanna crawl back into bed. all i know is that lately ive been waking up depressed and wishing death on myself whether its been a car accident or i get hit by lighting, whichever, i personally dont care. I hate myself and everything ive become with every fucking fiber of my being. i wish i wasnt such a fucking pussy or i would just end it now. imma fucking 23 (almost 24) year old piece of shit that lives with his fucking mom and has no money, no car, or anything. whats the fucking point?
I first tried dope april of 2011 and didnt do it again till that next winter when i had a weekend blackout at my job of 5 years that involved last of kpins, bars, roxis, and dope. i got fired for leaving multiple times and then foging my time card to make it look like i was there the whole night. i spent the winter with no job and then i got a job where my dad works at a golf course for the last 9 years. i loved it, and still do. so last summer i meant a few connects, including ones at my job. since then i have not saved a single penny or once i have i w/d it and spend it. i spent all my winter unemployment on pills and then when i started working back to the course this march i met someone that had dope connects and i was doing dope all the time along with oxys. i now have 2 jobs working a comnbined 70 hours a week. ive made a good amount of money in the last 4 months and have nothing to show for it. im almost 24, still live with my parents and grandma, i have no car, still havent gotten my license back from a 2008 dui charge, have no money. all i have to look forward is to doing drugs. thats it.
the day after july 4th my coworker at my second job (the one i blacked out at, they asked me back for part time help) who ive known and has been a good friend since i was a freshman in high school asked me if i was snorting pills again. i lied but the next day i confessed. had like 6 days with no dope or anything but i was still getting high on suboxone all of those days while telling them that i was using it to curb cravings for a month and am gonna jump off.
well, a few days ago i woke up and felt depressed, and had a lot of anxiety. i told my mom how ive been fucking up lately. i went to an aa meetin that day and thats the only one ive been to. i can never keep clean, its all i think about. at work, at home, when i get paid. drugs is all i think about, especially dope and oxy. ive withdrawed a few times lately to. i used to have a toleramce of 20 mgs of oxy all the way up until about a month ago when i went on a binge of 10 bags a day for about 8 days. blew alot of money. when i was done i was withdrawing and got some subs and was alright. then decided to fuck myself again and started doing oxy and 6 days on subs. only waited 1 day and just broke through cuz i only consumed 24mgs over about 4 days.
im not gonna go into much more cuz im tired of typing, my ankles hurt, and i wanna crawl back into bed. all i know is that lately ive been waking up depressed and wishing death on myself whether its been a car accident or i get hit by lighting, whichever, i personally dont care. I hate myself and everything ive become with every fucking fiber of my being. i wish i wasnt such a fucking pussy or i would just end it now. imma fucking 23 (almost 24) year old piece of shit that lives with his fucking mom and has no money, no car, or anything. whats the fucking point?