BrokedownPalace
Bluelight Crew
This is long, skip towards the end if you don't feel like reading, though i'd appreciate it if you did. I am just so jumbled and crumbled right now I don't know what to do.
I know, [name omitted] . I wholeheartedly agree with basically everything you have said. And believe me, I am fully aware the potential to crash and burn due to PAWS is an extreme likelihood. I am looking forwards to getting back to work/school, and ideally get away from New Jersey. To be quite honest all I really want to do is make my Mom proud of me for something. When I was 16 I was an all-state baseball player with potential to play baseball anywhere I wanted. But then due to a whole slew of various things occured in a short time frame which led to the beginning of my demise. Now six years later I am a fucking worthless strung out ex-junkie on methadone. Barely staying afloat, slowly drowning as the days go by. My mom is getting older too, and no doubt the stress I have put on her, especailly after my dad died (which is when my heroin use turned into a full blown addiction) has taken a toll on her. And it is all my fault. Sometimes I just get so depressed and feel so fucking guilty for what I have done and put my mom through.
Right now I am just in tears taking a bunch of methadone and klonopin making things not any better.
I am just so sick of this life, man. I want my old life back. I don't blame others, it was certainly my own doing. My environment as a child certainly contributed, as did a number of other things.. I have my goal in sight, I dream about it every night. I have all the potential in the world, and am a very intelligent person. I just have a huge gorilla on my back that is eating my brain and sometimes I just feel like the gorilla will win.
I just want to get rid of fucking opiates. These mother fucking opiates. when in the beginning were so helpful and helped my mental ailments. Now have just shoved me even further down the wormhole.
I'm just so sick and tired of being sick and tired.. Other than the positive work I do on bluelight, helping people get their lives back together and helping them avoid the mistakes I made.. I have done nothing in my life. Why can't there be someone.. anyone.. some stranger even.. that comes up to me on the street and says ,"Hey. come with me. I am going to help you. I have what you need."
Where is my guardian angel?
There have been so many times where I should have been dead. I bet I couldn't die if I tried. I used to think that that meant that I have some greater purpose on this earth. Lately I have been thinking that the reason I haven't died before, is because the reality that I see.. My perceived dream of life that I wander through each day.. must be purgatory, from a past life. A never ending cycle of anything and everything which will repeat and repeat, and until that one time I FINALLY GET IT RIGHT. And can then travel onwards towards the light. Back out of this constant doom and gloom and back out into the green green grass and blue skies and yellow suns and smiling faces and the "Lovely day, eh Mike?"s and the "I love you sweetheart"s..
I just don't get it. But then again if I 'got' it, what is it that I would get? A one way ticket back to nowhere land, a train ticket to the mountains, or a canoe ride to the mouth of the river, waiting to swallow me up yet again? And again?
I know, [name omitted] . I wholeheartedly agree with basically everything you have said. And believe me, I am fully aware the potential to crash and burn due to PAWS is an extreme likelihood. I am looking forwards to getting back to work/school, and ideally get away from New Jersey. To be quite honest all I really want to do is make my Mom proud of me for something. When I was 16 I was an all-state baseball player with potential to play baseball anywhere I wanted. But then due to a whole slew of various things occured in a short time frame which led to the beginning of my demise. Now six years later I am a fucking worthless strung out ex-junkie on methadone. Barely staying afloat, slowly drowning as the days go by. My mom is getting older too, and no doubt the stress I have put on her, especailly after my dad died (which is when my heroin use turned into a full blown addiction) has taken a toll on her. And it is all my fault. Sometimes I just get so depressed and feel so fucking guilty for what I have done and put my mom through.
Right now I am just in tears taking a bunch of methadone and klonopin making things not any better.
I am just so sick of this life, man. I want my old life back. I don't blame others, it was certainly my own doing. My environment as a child certainly contributed, as did a number of other things.. I have my goal in sight, I dream about it every night. I have all the potential in the world, and am a very intelligent person. I just have a huge gorilla on my back that is eating my brain and sometimes I just feel like the gorilla will win.
I just want to get rid of fucking opiates. These mother fucking opiates. when in the beginning were so helpful and helped my mental ailments. Now have just shoved me even further down the wormhole.
I'm just so sick and tired of being sick and tired.. Other than the positive work I do on bluelight, helping people get their lives back together and helping them avoid the mistakes I made.. I have done nothing in my life. Why can't there be someone.. anyone.. some stranger even.. that comes up to me on the street and says ,"Hey. come with me. I am going to help you. I have what you need."
Where is my guardian angel?
There have been so many times where I should have been dead. I bet I couldn't die if I tried. I used to think that that meant that I have some greater purpose on this earth. Lately I have been thinking that the reason I haven't died before, is because the reality that I see.. My perceived dream of life that I wander through each day.. must be purgatory, from a past life. A never ending cycle of anything and everything which will repeat and repeat, and until that one time I FINALLY GET IT RIGHT. And can then travel onwards towards the light. Back out of this constant doom and gloom and back out into the green green grass and blue skies and yellow suns and smiling faces and the "Lovely day, eh Mike?"s and the "I love you sweetheart"s..
I just don't get it. But then again if I 'got' it, what is it that I would get? A one way ticket back to nowhere land, a train ticket to the mountains, or a canoe ride to the mouth of the river, waiting to swallow me up yet again? And again?
