Salemcoyote
Bluelighter
Well, it finally happened: the honeymoon period for heroin has finally ended. I've cycled through just about every drug known to man until I found heroin. It was great the first few years. Now I'm 31 and I feel twicemy age. It cured my boredom and surpressed my pain efficiently all this time, but it ruined my life. I lost my parents, lost my apartment, lost my car. I was homeless. I did LSD and it gave me a newfound perspective on life (or so I convinced myself). I quit heroin altogether, got on methadone maintenance. I'd been on methadone for a year when i was contacted by a literary agent in regard to selling a manuscript I'd written years ago. I should be happy, this is the moment I've been waiting for my entire adult life, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I don't even feel the same way as I did when I originally wrote the novel. It doesn't accurately reflect me.
After staying clean for so long I finally relapsed, convincing myself it would make me happy. Of course, the methadone diminishes it drastically.
Now what? Where do I go from here?
I wish someone would invent an entirely new class of drugs.
That is all. Thanks for reading.
After staying clean for so long I finally relapsed, convincing myself it would make me happy. Of course, the methadone diminishes it drastically.
Now what? Where do I go from here?
I wish someone would invent an entirely new class of drugs.
That is all. Thanks for reading.