Fucking hell. Another crazy week. Two in a row, I've had to deal with police 3 weekends in a row now.
I've spent the last few days under the care of a good mate. I got taken home in a police car again on Tuesda, after my ex called them on me (again, after he already called them week before to get me a section) I was kicking off, but decided I'd rather be driven home than spend the night in a police cell charged with breach of peace, when I'm already on Bail.
My mate saw the state of both of arms and refused to let me out of his sight. Anti-biotics did the job with one. Basically, he kept me in his house trainspotting style to keep me away from smack. I'm 4 days clean, worst WD's i've ever done, (Probably not the last, but I promised him I'd not fuck up, and he's done good by me, i'd be letting him down) and i'm still hurting. Sooooo close to breaking point!
I've been around crack, but realised that due to the snowballs i'd been doing, and always being used to having smack to balance it out, I sketched out so valium and cider helped. I've felt so isolated, as i've got no way of replying to anyone on my phone as im cut off, can't call or reply to texts, though only
one person rang me to see if I was alright, and three others helped me out. They know who they are
Angry....not going into specifics but me and mate are in frame for a burglary. Looooooong story, and not one i'm going into.
Another mate is going jail soon. I could fucking cry. My very recent ex told me my life is too crazy for him just now. Funny, he's the one got me deeper hard drugs in the first place......now he cant cope with the fall out. He also has a part to play in my flat being raided. I don't need any encouragement, but he opened doors that were not there before.
Got given some tramadol from a local boy who looks out for me and valium for free to help, it did a tiny bit, i'm let loose on my own back in my own flat for the first time and fuck me is it a test!!!!!!!!!! This is my test.
Just found a tramadol and some valium, THANK FUCK!