Last night and today were supposed to be productive.
Instead, it consisted of me binging on methamphetamine (which btw, works really really well plugged).
I'm about to pay off the people I needed to, but telling my girlfriend what I've done is not going to be fun.
So fuck this.
I need to get clean. No more drugs in my household. No more deals. No more anxiety.
I just worry I'll spiral right back into opiates... but at least they don't seem to do nearly as much psychological damage as uppers.
I need to go see a psychologist again I think. This depression is getting to me again.
Instead, it consisted of me binging on methamphetamine (which btw, works really really well plugged).
I'm about to pay off the people I needed to, but telling my girlfriend what I've done is not going to be fun.
So fuck this.
I need to get clean. No more drugs in my household. No more deals. No more anxiety.
I just worry I'll spiral right back into opiates... but at least they don't seem to do nearly as much psychological damage as uppers.
I need to go see a psychologist again I think. This depression is getting to me again.