I didn't post on the megathread or whatever because the whole I.V. thing. Well... I'm one of those who thinks they're special because they use needles which I know is complete bullshit but it's whatever.
It doesn't even seem like the same drug.
I dunno, it may not be relevant but I also love heroin. But not the same. Not like I love speed.
I've been using meth since i was 14, my mom made it, I never had any problems with it.
It wasn't until June when my girlfriend left me and I dropped out of college that I began using it intravenously.
It was something completely different.
Just typing this and thinking about it completely blows my mind (in an awful awful way)
Anyways, over the last eight months I've been in and out of jail, homeless, on the run, been in a shootout, slept with a dude on a matress in a toolshed with his dog in between us so it wouldn't be gay, watched pornography with two homosexuals (one of them in a tootoo balarina skirt type thing) while this gorgeous redhead talked about jesus on the floor, been involved in the drug trade, shared bloody liquified dope with a strange indian girl at the bus station, and just been through complete hell.
So it's been one and a half months. I ran from it all back to my family. To The Middle of Nowhere, TX: pop. 1000 My initial idea was to save money, say goodbye to loved ones, and blow all my money and finally end my life inside of a beautiful girl in a dirty motel room while she sticks me in the neck with a MASSIVE speedball (like frickin' 400 units of shit) and simultaneously strangles me.
But I'm doing well right now. I have an awesome girlfriend, my family loves me, I'm holding down a job, I'm getting my material things back...
I'm not sure what I want to do anymore, the only thing I know is that despite the fact that it's been almost two months...
IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT EVERRRRRR
I go to sleep and I'm thinking about it, I wake up and I'm thinking about it, I take a shower, i'm at work I'm walking to work, and having sex with my girlfriend.... I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
The best solution I've come up with so far is being drunk all the time. But this won't remain a viable option forever as this is starting to have a major affect on my health and relationships.
I'm 21. Two months ago I was resigned to being dead and empty inside and sticking myself with needles until I died at 27 (at the oldest)
I'm just rambling. Can't help it. Comes with the territory of thinking about this shit.
Oh and I've done A.A., I've done N.A., I've been going to rehabs since I was like 15. Sometimes in earnest.
Maybe I should start playing with LSD and DMT and mushrooms again? I mean I'm at a complete loss here.
If anyone can interpret this (who has used MASSIVE doses of I.V. meth) and give me any advice I'd much appreciate it.
It doesn't even seem like the same drug.
I dunno, it may not be relevant but I also love heroin. But not the same. Not like I love speed.
I've been using meth since i was 14, my mom made it, I never had any problems with it.
It wasn't until June when my girlfriend left me and I dropped out of college that I began using it intravenously.
It was something completely different.
Just typing this and thinking about it completely blows my mind (in an awful awful way)
Anyways, over the last eight months I've been in and out of jail, homeless, on the run, been in a shootout, slept with a dude on a matress in a toolshed with his dog in between us so it wouldn't be gay, watched pornography with two homosexuals (one of them in a tootoo balarina skirt type thing) while this gorgeous redhead talked about jesus on the floor, been involved in the drug trade, shared bloody liquified dope with a strange indian girl at the bus station, and just been through complete hell.
So it's been one and a half months. I ran from it all back to my family. To The Middle of Nowhere, TX: pop. 1000 My initial idea was to save money, say goodbye to loved ones, and blow all my money and finally end my life inside of a beautiful girl in a dirty motel room while she sticks me in the neck with a MASSIVE speedball (like frickin' 400 units of shit) and simultaneously strangles me.
But I'm doing well right now. I have an awesome girlfriend, my family loves me, I'm holding down a job, I'm getting my material things back...
I'm not sure what I want to do anymore, the only thing I know is that despite the fact that it's been almost two months...
IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT EVERRRRRR
I go to sleep and I'm thinking about it, I wake up and I'm thinking about it, I take a shower, i'm at work I'm walking to work, and having sex with my girlfriend.... I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
The best solution I've come up with so far is being drunk all the time. But this won't remain a viable option forever as this is starting to have a major affect on my health and relationships.
I'm 21. Two months ago I was resigned to being dead and empty inside and sticking myself with needles until I died at 27 (at the oldest)
I'm just rambling. Can't help it. Comes with the territory of thinking about this shit.
Oh and I've done A.A., I've done N.A., I've been going to rehabs since I was like 15. Sometimes in earnest.
Maybe I should start playing with LSD and DMT and mushrooms again? I mean I'm at a complete loss here.
If anyone can interpret this (who has used MASSIVE doses of I.V. meth) and give me any advice I'd much appreciate it.
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