LucieQuinn
Bluelighter
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- Jun 12, 2021
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Two months ago my best friend died from an overdose of fentanyl.
We had been partying together all night and he asked to try some of what I had been doing for a while now. It was his first time. I gave him a small line on top of everything else he had been doing- cocaine, pills, alcohol- and it was too strong.
I woke up and found him laying wide eyed and dead beside me, mouth frothy.
My addiction went from bad to worse after that. Knowing my best friend was dead because of me, I numb myself each time i thought about him or missed him. I cant think about him. I cant believe this has happened. All i can do is more dope.
Instead of feeling sorry for myself for losing him and for him dying, I am happy for him. He is no longer in pain. He doesnt have to suffer anymore. He died happy and loved and in love.
Still, i had to lose him, and it was all my fault.
I have trouble sleeping at night.
We had been partying together all night and he asked to try some of what I had been doing for a while now. It was his first time. I gave him a small line on top of everything else he had been doing- cocaine, pills, alcohol- and it was too strong.
I woke up and found him laying wide eyed and dead beside me, mouth frothy.
My addiction went from bad to worse after that. Knowing my best friend was dead because of me, I numb myself each time i thought about him or missed him. I cant think about him. I cant believe this has happened. All i can do is more dope.
Instead of feeling sorry for myself for losing him and for him dying, I am happy for him. He is no longer in pain. He doesnt have to suffer anymore. He died happy and loved and in love.
Still, i had to lose him, and it was all my fault.
I have trouble sleeping at night.