dishearten
Bluelighter
so...
i guess i should tell you what happened before i get to saying no. (possibly graphic)
about two or three weeks ago i found a new dope dealer. he liked me. he even thought he was in love with me. i guess thats the ugly truth of being "pretty", you can get whatever you want. and i did. for a whole week or so i cut off my family, my pets, my apartment, my boyfriend, anything and everything that meant something to me. i suppose we both used eachother. i used him for his connections, and he used me for my car. eventually not even my boyfriend could find me because this guy moved the day before because of a drug raid so he was pretty much on the run and infested with hiv (something i wasnt aware of) but i was so high i couldnt remember when everything was done with if i grabbed one of his rigs or not. eventually, i realized this guy was crazy and kept me in his basement and took my keys and phone and told all my friends to basically fuck off. i was compleately shocked. i had no idea what to do and being a drug addict i had to just get high to ignore this situation. i literitally felt trapped. and it seemed like i didnt care! but when i look back i think what the fuck was i thinking?
(he)roin made me stay.
he made me not care weither i could have died or not because this guy did infact have firearms and im only 100 lbs and hes like a beast compared to me.
i couldnt handle this stranger telling me he loved me, telling me i couldnt have friends or my boyfriend. what the fuck was that..
finally, luckily, his aunt caught me shooting up and she had no idea any of this was going on and she kicked me out.
i sat there in the middle of the street at 4am crying my eyes out having no idea where my keys were.
i got ahold of myself and took about 10 or so xanax and blacked out on the highway going the wrong way towards traffic.
luckily other drivers directed me to the right lane and i didnt kill myself.
so basically that was that.
i got home, cried some more, fed my animals, and i assume i passed out sometime.
i barely remember most shit but, i remember everything i said.
i soon after found out he had some kind of hiv and strangled women, which i guess im lucky since he just was verbally crazy to me.
i found the courage to tell him how fucking insane he was and i had to get tested bc of him and luckily im fine but nowonder he was so cautious about his needles.
i also remember he shot up with my blue gatoraide. i was like wtf are you doing dude.... he was out of his mind.
so i didnt look for dope after that one. still not off of needles and thats how that absess came to be but i would choose that any day over what happened to me. this girl ive been "friends" with asked me just acouple hours ago to take her down and ask people on the west side for dope, and i would get a bag out of it. and i flat out said no, do it yourself i really cant. without thinking twice.
it was really kool, and i had to share.
although im not free from needles, cutting dope out of my daily regimine is a huge step. or so i feel.

i guess i should tell you what happened before i get to saying no. (possibly graphic)
about two or three weeks ago i found a new dope dealer. he liked me. he even thought he was in love with me. i guess thats the ugly truth of being "pretty", you can get whatever you want. and i did. for a whole week or so i cut off my family, my pets, my apartment, my boyfriend, anything and everything that meant something to me. i suppose we both used eachother. i used him for his connections, and he used me for my car. eventually not even my boyfriend could find me because this guy moved the day before because of a drug raid so he was pretty much on the run and infested with hiv (something i wasnt aware of) but i was so high i couldnt remember when everything was done with if i grabbed one of his rigs or not. eventually, i realized this guy was crazy and kept me in his basement and took my keys and phone and told all my friends to basically fuck off. i was compleately shocked. i had no idea what to do and being a drug addict i had to just get high to ignore this situation. i literitally felt trapped. and it seemed like i didnt care! but when i look back i think what the fuck was i thinking?
(he)roin made me stay.
he made me not care weither i could have died or not because this guy did infact have firearms and im only 100 lbs and hes like a beast compared to me.
i couldnt handle this stranger telling me he loved me, telling me i couldnt have friends or my boyfriend. what the fuck was that..
finally, luckily, his aunt caught me shooting up and she had no idea any of this was going on and she kicked me out.
i sat there in the middle of the street at 4am crying my eyes out having no idea where my keys were.
i got ahold of myself and took about 10 or so xanax and blacked out on the highway going the wrong way towards traffic.
luckily other drivers directed me to the right lane and i didnt kill myself.
so basically that was that.
i got home, cried some more, fed my animals, and i assume i passed out sometime.
i barely remember most shit but, i remember everything i said.
i soon after found out he had some kind of hiv and strangled women, which i guess im lucky since he just was verbally crazy to me.
i found the courage to tell him how fucking insane he was and i had to get tested bc of him and luckily im fine but nowonder he was so cautious about his needles.
i also remember he shot up with my blue gatoraide. i was like wtf are you doing dude.... he was out of his mind.
so i didnt look for dope after that one. still not off of needles and thats how that absess came to be but i would choose that any day over what happened to me. this girl ive been "friends" with asked me just acouple hours ago to take her down and ask people on the west side for dope, and i would get a bag out of it. and i flat out said no, do it yourself i really cant. without thinking twice.
it was really kool, and i had to share.

although im not free from needles, cutting dope out of my daily regimine is a huge step. or so i feel.
