I used to love dreams, these days they all involve me scoring some amazing gear, fixing a shot and either just as I'm about to dig or just as I'm about to push the plunger home, I wake up.
Then
every time my thought process goes something like:
'huh that sucks, no worries I'll just do some of that kilo I had sat next to m- waaaaiiit a minute!", with the sudden realisation that it was all a dream, I don't have a kilo of fire, nor even a single bag and I'm now left craving like mad before I've even got out of bed.
Why brain, why must you taunt me to! :lol:
*edit*
Why are the evenings always the hardest!?
I was lucky enough to receive some unexpected cash earlier today, enough that I could spare a few bags worth anyway. I text my man but for some reason he didn't reply, and while stting and waiting for him to do so I kind of realised... what's the point?
It's not like I'm sick, I've had my Methadone today so there's no physical
need for it. And what will it do? If I'm lucky I'll get really fucked for an hour at most, at worst I'll get a little rush and a few minutes of feeling 'high'.
Is it really worth it? Tomorrow morning when I'm once again out of drugs / money and am in the EXACT same situation as I am now, will it be worth it then?
I guess this is what they call will power, I'm not expecting it to last but it does make a nice change from 'I have money? excuse me while I fire it all into my arm as fast as possible' route that I normally take
