It's midnight and I'm sitting here in my bedroom, surfing the net, listening to my iPod, and smoking lots of crystal. Haven't slept and have barely eaten for 2 or 3 days... can't remember exactly. You lose sense of time when you're fried. I love my bedroom. It's like my sanctuary - I always feel safe and secure in here. The shadow people may be lurking outside or even somewhere inside the house, but they ain't in here!
My case manager from the city alcohol & drug service phoned me earlier today and we arranged an appointment for next week. He then said something funny: "Do you think you can be off meth this time? It makes conversations difficult when you're high." I laughed and replied "Sorry, I'll need it to get out of bed and find my way into the city... but I won't be high as a kite, I promise." Whether I manage to keep that promise remains to be seen. I've been using a lot lately.
Shit, I can't even remember why I started this entry now. I'm fucked.![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
My case manager from the city alcohol & drug service phoned me earlier today and we arranged an appointment for next week. He then said something funny: "Do you think you can be off meth this time? It makes conversations difficult when you're high." I laughed and replied "Sorry, I'll need it to get out of bed and find my way into the city... but I won't be high as a kite, I promise." Whether I manage to keep that promise remains to be seen. I've been using a lot lately.
Shit, I can't even remember why I started this entry now. I'm fucked.