JasperTheReckless
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2011
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I feel like i'm killing myself, slowly, but distracting myself enough to take the drugs, over and over.
I don't enjoy being high anymore.
It feels gross, i've lost the pleasure from my favorite drugs. I used to like bad trips, but now bad trips just means hospital and ICU and mental health facilities.
I take so much of things, I don't know why, I feel like i'm dramatizing my life, but what if i'm not.
I think I might be using the euphoria from the drugs as a self preservation device, to prevent myself from committing suicide.
that might just be addiction talking, but it's so fucking confusing.
I put a loaded gun in my mouth last month and sat there with the hammer back for ten minutes to feel what it's like to have the power in my hands.
normal people don't do that shit. I'm scared i'm too clever to allow myself to seek the help I need, something inside me wants to die and I don't i'm scared, I love people, I like doing certain things, that means I have no reason to, i'm not ill or anything, physically at least.
as I get older, I get sadder.
I want to feel better, or I want someone to tell me it's okay to die.
the stress is ripping my mind apart and I feel like i'm sitting in a silent tornado, being assaulted and tortured, i'm too young to go insane, i'm only 19.
I feel weak.
I don't enjoy being high anymore.
It feels gross, i've lost the pleasure from my favorite drugs. I used to like bad trips, but now bad trips just means hospital and ICU and mental health facilities.
I take so much of things, I don't know why, I feel like i'm dramatizing my life, but what if i'm not.
I think I might be using the euphoria from the drugs as a self preservation device, to prevent myself from committing suicide.
that might just be addiction talking, but it's so fucking confusing.
I put a loaded gun in my mouth last month and sat there with the hammer back for ten minutes to feel what it's like to have the power in my hands.
normal people don't do that shit. I'm scared i'm too clever to allow myself to seek the help I need, something inside me wants to die and I don't i'm scared, I love people, I like doing certain things, that means I have no reason to, i'm not ill or anything, physically at least.
as I get older, I get sadder.
I want to feel better, or I want someone to tell me it's okay to die.
the stress is ripping my mind apart and I feel like i'm sitting in a silent tornado, being assaulted and tortured, i'm too young to go insane, i'm only 19.
I feel weak.
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