Rahcookiemonster
Bluelighter
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You know those glowing moments that make you appreciate the smallest things in life ? I mean, while you are sitting in your glamorous vehicle with the sun beating down into your face, your glasses shielding you from the abrasive, yet healing rays from a giant spherical star in the sky. Ah the sun, thankfuck you are here for me.
When did you get here anyway ?
I look down at the clock, silly question, it had been around for quite a few hours. I almost didn't notice it appear, or disappear. Weird.
Thankfuck for these sunglasses though, that sun is ridiculous.
What was I doing anyway? Oh, thats right. Sitting in the car waiting for someone. Waiting for my partner. I mean, he was just a general acquaintance a few days ago, or whenever it was, but for the last 48 hours of my life he has become my partner in crime. I noted how our relationship had immediantly changed, and it seemed our lives had turned into a never ending episode of "24". On Thats funny. I'll remember to tell him when he gets back.
Finally we had found what we set out to get our hands on. Phew, what a relief. Now we can go about this day normally, like any other day, like any other person.
I look at the clock, exactly 3pm now. I'm definitely high, which is a relief compared to not being quite as high earlier. It is weird though, almost bittersweet. I'm not sure how high I've been for now, or why I assume that getting higher is the only solution to my problem of already being high. Its a trick, the only way I could ever get back to living normal life is to stop taking this drug.
I look in the mirror and I see an alien staring back at me. I am possessed, my face guant and my eyes droopy yet cartoonilshly large.
Methamphetamine. Speed. Crank. Ice....
Super stimulant. I've always had a thing for stimulants, I love the energy and increased performance, but meth is differen't. I'm not enhanced, I'm incredibly depraved. I can't remember the last time I slept, or ate, or did anything of meaning. In fact I have dissapeared for days, I Am gone, and have become possessed by the spirit of methamphetamine. Living life at full speed, never stopping. I am too far gone, completley lost. Looking for me now would be a huge task.
I'm back in the car. The sun has gone down again. I feel cheated, like it only arrived a few minutes ago only to go straight back down. The idea of the day and night confused me, time was warped and it meant nothing to me. I feel like I will not enjoy a cigarette as much without my sunglasses on, so I wear them anyway. Weird idea ? I guess so. Maybe I feel safer behind the tint. Fuck it.
Puff puff pass.
You never feel better taking more, you never feel more enhanced. All it does is warp everything around you. I'm not sure why its so compulsive, and subconsciously my brain has decided its the only thing that is going to help me now. Its been too long to stop, if I crash now I won't recover for days. I can't afford that. I think about the beautiful recrystallized shards at the bottom of the frosty pipe while I am in the shower. That will help me get through today, because godamn, I feel fucked right now. Thankfuck for that crackpipe.
I can't really finish this story, because I'm not sure how it ends, or is going to end, plus, its far too bright for me to keep typing and I have lost my sunglasses. I'm fucked, aboslutely royally fucked.
Do you know how much that tint helps me through the day ?
Anyway, I'm going to look for something now. By myself this time, I feel like perhaps my partner was dragging me down. Selfish? Not really, perhaps more selfless. He didn't want to help me find it anyway, I feel bad for him.
But I'll definitely need to find my sunglasses before I can try and find myself again. Its fucking bright out there.
good night
Edit- Uh, can a mod change the title to Methamphetmine - Day and Night or something witty like that.
When did you get here anyway ?
I look down at the clock, silly question, it had been around for quite a few hours. I almost didn't notice it appear, or disappear. Weird.
Thankfuck for these sunglasses though, that sun is ridiculous.
What was I doing anyway? Oh, thats right. Sitting in the car waiting for someone. Waiting for my partner. I mean, he was just a general acquaintance a few days ago, or whenever it was, but for the last 48 hours of my life he has become my partner in crime. I noted how our relationship had immediantly changed, and it seemed our lives had turned into a never ending episode of "24". On Thats funny. I'll remember to tell him when he gets back.
Finally we had found what we set out to get our hands on. Phew, what a relief. Now we can go about this day normally, like any other day, like any other person.
I look at the clock, exactly 3pm now. I'm definitely high, which is a relief compared to not being quite as high earlier. It is weird though, almost bittersweet. I'm not sure how high I've been for now, or why I assume that getting higher is the only solution to my problem of already being high. Its a trick, the only way I could ever get back to living normal life is to stop taking this drug.
I look in the mirror and I see an alien staring back at me. I am possessed, my face guant and my eyes droopy yet cartoonilshly large.
Methamphetamine. Speed. Crank. Ice....
Super stimulant. I've always had a thing for stimulants, I love the energy and increased performance, but meth is differen't. I'm not enhanced, I'm incredibly depraved. I can't remember the last time I slept, or ate, or did anything of meaning. In fact I have dissapeared for days, I Am gone, and have become possessed by the spirit of methamphetamine. Living life at full speed, never stopping. I am too far gone, completley lost. Looking for me now would be a huge task.
I'm back in the car. The sun has gone down again. I feel cheated, like it only arrived a few minutes ago only to go straight back down. The idea of the day and night confused me, time was warped and it meant nothing to me. I feel like I will not enjoy a cigarette as much without my sunglasses on, so I wear them anyway. Weird idea ? I guess so. Maybe I feel safer behind the tint. Fuck it.
Puff puff pass.
You never feel better taking more, you never feel more enhanced. All it does is warp everything around you. I'm not sure why its so compulsive, and subconsciously my brain has decided its the only thing that is going to help me now. Its been too long to stop, if I crash now I won't recover for days. I can't afford that. I think about the beautiful recrystallized shards at the bottom of the frosty pipe while I am in the shower. That will help me get through today, because godamn, I feel fucked right now. Thankfuck for that crackpipe.
I can't really finish this story, because I'm not sure how it ends, or is going to end, plus, its far too bright for me to keep typing and I have lost my sunglasses. I'm fucked, aboslutely royally fucked.
Do you know how much that tint helps me through the day ?
Anyway, I'm going to look for something now. By myself this time, I feel like perhaps my partner was dragging me down. Selfish? Not really, perhaps more selfless. He didn't want to help me find it anyway, I feel bad for him.
But I'll definitely need to find my sunglasses before I can try and find myself again. Its fucking bright out there.
good night
Edit- Uh, can a mod change the title to Methamphetmine - Day and Night or something witty like that.
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