It reminds me of Pokemon cards or Magic cards from when I was in, like, middle school. Pikachu for Squirtle? Why not?!
I traded a friend a decent amount of klonopin for a decent amount of oxycodone. It works well both ways. Technically free drugs.
I am enjoying those free drugs as I write this. It's been about 2 weeks without oxycodone so I was fiending pretty hard. Sad, right? Although my teeny tiny tolerance has been a good thing. I'm only on about 45mg of oxycodone and 3mg of clonazepam and feeling great.
How come when you're opiate-naive you get all nauseous and can't even think about eating but then when you've had a tolerance and a habit, you almost need opiates in order to be able to eat? And you crave the shittiest food on earth. Like, McDonald's dollar menu shitty.
I guess things are looking up drug wise. At least until I finish my last 30mg of oxycodone. I did 90mg in less than 24 hours. I'm a real fucking vacuum cleaner when it comes to this shit. When I don't have any, everything sucks. I just go through the motions of life. When I do have opiates, I don't have a fucking care in the world. This morning I was all "boohoo I need therapy, I need a job" -- now, at least for the next ~6 hours or so, I will be like... LIFE IS AWESOME! And it's all an illusion. But I like that illusion. It's one I can live with, until the drugs wear off. Then where am I? Back to where I started. Vicious fucking cycle...
Just a couple days ago I was eating tramadol and suboxone and feeling sorry for myself. Deep down, I still am feeling sorry for myself but these pills make it worthwhile. Knowing I have them and knowing they're around somehow makes things better.
I'm going to chill out, eat my fucking McChicken and watch pirated episodes of Breaking Bad... and maybe get some homework done. Hahaha.
I traded a friend a decent amount of klonopin for a decent amount of oxycodone. It works well both ways. Technically free drugs.
I am enjoying those free drugs as I write this. It's been about 2 weeks without oxycodone so I was fiending pretty hard. Sad, right? Although my teeny tiny tolerance has been a good thing. I'm only on about 45mg of oxycodone and 3mg of clonazepam and feeling great. How come when you're opiate-naive you get all nauseous and can't even think about eating but then when you've had a tolerance and a habit, you almost need opiates in order to be able to eat? And you crave the shittiest food on earth. Like, McDonald's dollar menu shitty.
I guess things are looking up drug wise. At least until I finish my last 30mg of oxycodone. I did 90mg in less than 24 hours. I'm a real fucking vacuum cleaner when it comes to this shit. When I don't have any, everything sucks. I just go through the motions of life. When I do have opiates, I don't have a fucking care in the world. This morning I was all "boohoo I need therapy, I need a job" -- now, at least for the next ~6 hours or so, I will be like... LIFE IS AWESOME! And it's all an illusion. But I like that illusion. It's one I can live with, until the drugs wear off. Then where am I? Back to where I started. Vicious fucking cycle...
Just a couple days ago I was eating tramadol and suboxone and feeling sorry for myself. Deep down, I still am feeling sorry for myself but these pills make it worthwhile. Knowing I have them and knowing they're around somehow makes things better.
I'm going to chill out, eat my fucking McChicken and watch pirated episodes of Breaking Bad... and maybe get some homework done. Hahaha.
