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Bluelighter
guys.. im so strung out right now.. its almost 7am and i havent slept. took 9 sleeping pills already and i just cant turn my brain off.. like, i keep thinking about the past and my chest fn hurts bad and i have one xanax left.
the massive whole is getting bigger as i stay awake and yet i cannot seem to give in. it's almost like im on some sort of amphetamine. but im not. depressed, empty, in pain, my teeth chattering. what the fuck.
i keep craving so bad.
so so so bad. i know everyone said im doing a good job at staying away from h but i keep remembering the good things about it.. and 4 days seem like an eternity til i get my ocs and i keep craving a needle in my arm almost to the point where i just want to draw my own blood.
im trying to do this because well, i need my money for my car insurance and if i blow it on dope im fucked and my tolerance is horrible..
money isnt easy to come by-- and neither is happiness.
i have this beautiful man next to me that does nothing but treat me like a human sleeping silently while i sit here in pain and tears in my eyes. i dont get it.
i dont know why i hurt so often, i dont know why i think like i do. why i feel everything would get so much better if i didnt exsist.
i know i give you guys advice, and i love helping and i feel very close with all of you already-- but i dont understand why i cant take my own damn advice and apply it to myself. because im no better than the wind outside.
infact, i wish thats all i was.
i hate craving.
i feel so helpless, and i cant handle not having control.. thats when i start to cut and starve myself, thats being in control of something atleast.
i just want this shit to end.
on top of everything, i dont know if anybody believes in ghosts or whatever-- but i see them from time to time and i had this insane experience with one at the beach the other day, (i wasnt on anything lol). i saw a lady in a white dress walking towards me on the water yet she couldnt get passed the sand. and she was clearly there, just transparent.. i kept blinking and she was still there for a couple minutes. and sure enough, the pictures i took of the water, she was in it, but its a orb instead of the real apparition i saw.. so i contacted a medium and he thinks either shes asking for my help, or shes trying to tell me something like somebody in my life will pass away. and ironically my grandma was just hospitalized the other day.. and im just awaiting more info from this man to guide me on how to go about contacting her again.
maybe i seem insane.
but, now im seeing dead ppl. come on.
i guess its an interesting topic starter lol.. to those who dont run away.
basically, this road needs to be cleared in so many ways.. and i cant handle everything i suppress. i just cant anymore, its the needles that did it. if i never picked up i wouldnt be here right now i swear. i have never felt so small to something so insignificant. and yet here i am making it the most important thing in my life.
im sorry for rambling.
i just wish i could be normal for a little while. sometimes.
thanks everyone, my love goes out to all that listen to my stories.

the massive whole is getting bigger as i stay awake and yet i cannot seem to give in. it's almost like im on some sort of amphetamine. but im not. depressed, empty, in pain, my teeth chattering. what the fuck.
i keep craving so bad.
so so so bad. i know everyone said im doing a good job at staying away from h but i keep remembering the good things about it.. and 4 days seem like an eternity til i get my ocs and i keep craving a needle in my arm almost to the point where i just want to draw my own blood.
im trying to do this because well, i need my money for my car insurance and if i blow it on dope im fucked and my tolerance is horrible..
money isnt easy to come by-- and neither is happiness.
i have this beautiful man next to me that does nothing but treat me like a human sleeping silently while i sit here in pain and tears in my eyes. i dont get it.
i dont know why i hurt so often, i dont know why i think like i do. why i feel everything would get so much better if i didnt exsist.
i know i give you guys advice, and i love helping and i feel very close with all of you already-- but i dont understand why i cant take my own damn advice and apply it to myself. because im no better than the wind outside.
infact, i wish thats all i was.
i hate craving.
i feel so helpless, and i cant handle not having control.. thats when i start to cut and starve myself, thats being in control of something atleast.
i just want this shit to end.
on top of everything, i dont know if anybody believes in ghosts or whatever-- but i see them from time to time and i had this insane experience with one at the beach the other day, (i wasnt on anything lol). i saw a lady in a white dress walking towards me on the water yet she couldnt get passed the sand. and she was clearly there, just transparent.. i kept blinking and she was still there for a couple minutes. and sure enough, the pictures i took of the water, she was in it, but its a orb instead of the real apparition i saw.. so i contacted a medium and he thinks either shes asking for my help, or shes trying to tell me something like somebody in my life will pass away. and ironically my grandma was just hospitalized the other day.. and im just awaiting more info from this man to guide me on how to go about contacting her again.
maybe i seem insane.
but, now im seeing dead ppl. come on.
i guess its an interesting topic starter lol.. to those who dont run away.
basically, this road needs to be cleared in so many ways.. and i cant handle everything i suppress. i just cant anymore, its the needles that did it. if i never picked up i wouldnt be here right now i swear. i have never felt so small to something so insignificant. and yet here i am making it the most important thing in my life.
im sorry for rambling.
i just wish i could be normal for a little while. sometimes.
thanks everyone, my love goes out to all that listen to my stories.
