FastestGrlInTown
Greenlighter
I took my last 30 mg yesterday morning, and then magically found a 10mg on the floor a few hours later. I've been on a pretty steady binge for 2 months, at least 100mg (IR) a day. I've used up my script (90 a month), other people's scripts, and hung out with some pretty raunchy folks so I could get thrown a few here and there. I'm not proud, just being honest. It's out of hand.
I feel like death. My whole body is twitching, and I have a kind of Tourette's thing going on. I'm pouring sweat, and then I get the chills. I can't stop crying and life just feels like a big, painful, hopeless waste of time. I thrashed around so hard in my sleep last night that i have two huge scratches on my face. My feet and hands are red, swollen and hot, my muscles are tensing up so tight, hard as rocks, and then they will all of a sudden loosen up and then I'll run into a wall or something - not being able to control my movements. My face looks different somehow. I can't explain it. My mom saw my new profile pic on Skype, and called me up crying. She said I look half dead.
I've accomplished absolutely nothing during said binge. Obnoxious fixations and tweaks, and a lot of lost days.
I just got back from Taco Bell, where I swear I ate half the menu. I was planning on making my pathetic round of phone calls to the teenage pill pushers and unsavory old men creeps who leer and play games with me, just so i will have to hang around them longer. Like they want me to really work for it.
I'm tired.
Instead of making said phone calls, I'm considering taking a warm shower, taking my Trazadone, and laying in my dark bedroom with the fan blowing on me, and watching SNL on Hulu until I pass out.
And hit a meeting in the morning.
I feel like death. My whole body is twitching, and I have a kind of Tourette's thing going on. I'm pouring sweat, and then I get the chills. I can't stop crying and life just feels like a big, painful, hopeless waste of time. I thrashed around so hard in my sleep last night that i have two huge scratches on my face. My feet and hands are red, swollen and hot, my muscles are tensing up so tight, hard as rocks, and then they will all of a sudden loosen up and then I'll run into a wall or something - not being able to control my movements. My face looks different somehow. I can't explain it. My mom saw my new profile pic on Skype, and called me up crying. She said I look half dead.
I've accomplished absolutely nothing during said binge. Obnoxious fixations and tweaks, and a lot of lost days.
I just got back from Taco Bell, where I swear I ate half the menu. I was planning on making my pathetic round of phone calls to the teenage pill pushers and unsavory old men creeps who leer and play games with me, just so i will have to hang around them longer. Like they want me to really work for it.
I'm tired.
Instead of making said phone calls, I'm considering taking a warm shower, taking my Trazadone, and laying in my dark bedroom with the fan blowing on me, and watching SNL on Hulu until I pass out.
And hit a meeting in the morning.