Sprout
Bluelight Crew
I'm off, I'm in the fucking skies - not slept for close to a week, I lie - hour naps once every 3 days, but still 2 hours this week. I'm not eating, why eat? I feel fucking invincible and yet empty and fucking hollow at the same time. Shit!!! My mind is a fucking mess. I can't cope. My brain is racing at 3000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000mph but I'm trying to stay in control. No psych meds available, stopped them a year ago and my fucking illness has returned with a vengeance. Not psychotic yet, yet being key. Who knows? My brain likes its little fucking game. All I have is booze which I've been necking for weeks to keep this fucking beast down, but its arisen with a vengeance. It's 3:18am here and I'm not sleeping, I can't sleep, I can't calm down. The love of my fucking life (see SLR for details) has found someone knew and that's tipped me. It's not her fault. This is why she left me, why love me? My brain is barely responding, I feel fucking supercharged but each actual movement is taking minutes to actually enact, mind's racing so can't concentrate.
Don't expect you guys to help, you can't help. I need to vent, I need to do something to keep my mind in check for the amount of time it takes to write this.
Opiate WD is really not helping, fuck. Stay doped up 24/7 or go sky-fucking-high. Fuck.
Some people seem to want to be manic, for some ridiculous reason, thinking it's like phet, it's fucking not. It's like having your brain placed in a black hole, it's being torn apart by it's own gravity. Fuck.
Gonna KO myself, or try to - in the last 2 hours I'm through 8 cans of lager, 2 litres of cider and a bottle of vodka and still fucking going. My brain is raging, stupid raging, that awful fucking brain chatter every single second. Gonna chuck a large amount of tramadol and codeine down my gullet (wouldn't do much sober but fuck it, if it stops this).
Good luck to anyone else trying to cope.
Don't expect you guys to help, you can't help. I need to vent, I need to do something to keep my mind in check for the amount of time it takes to write this.
Opiate WD is really not helping, fuck. Stay doped up 24/7 or go sky-fucking-high. Fuck.
Some people seem to want to be manic, for some ridiculous reason, thinking it's like phet, it's fucking not. It's like having your brain placed in a black hole, it's being torn apart by it's own gravity. Fuck.
Gonna KO myself, or try to - in the last 2 hours I'm through 8 cans of lager, 2 litres of cider and a bottle of vodka and still fucking going. My brain is raging, stupid raging, that awful fucking brain chatter every single second. Gonna chuck a large amount of tramadol and codeine down my gullet (wouldn't do much sober but fuck it, if it stops this).
Good luck to anyone else trying to cope.
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