I'm-Still-Alive
Bluelighter
So, I am an IV cocaine user (typically I binge for a day once every couple of months). I did some fucked up shit to my boyfriend in order to get high today. I guilt tripped him, said he’d be the reason I bought again since I didn’t get to use the bag I’d bought. I then used in front of him. I feel like scum. I am lower than scum. Honestly, I don’t blame him for leaving me. If he’d told me this as a client of mine, I’d be telling him to reconsider his relationship. Anyways…. The coke has worn off, and I have the strangest feeling ever. All the other times I’ve talked about stopping, I would get this flutter in my chest, like I’m telling a lie (which I was) or secret. But this time, I feel it in my gut. I HAVE to stop. I NEED to stop. I WANT to stop. Awesome, right? Well, not when your boyfriend asks if he should set an alarm for next week to use again. Feels like a knife through the heart. But I’ve got no room to speak because of everything I’ve done. So, I just have to accept it and hope that someday he’ll believe in me again. I want this and I guess that’s all that matters.
