I gave up on film and just went to bed. Only just got up, so hopefully that'll help sort me out. Still feel pretty awful. So, I'm not fucked anymore, but thought I'd reply in here to kinda wave hi to ColtDan and say -- you've no need to justify yourself, and I agree it's a pretty sad state of affairs. More so if it becomes a way of life for me again.
Hopefully it won't. Shame I can't be a bit more convincing than "hopefully it won't" but what's the point? I don't feel convinced. I can easily see myself getting back into doing stims every night, which is scary given how much I screwed myself up on mephedrone. I need something else to live for, and I don't have anything to be honest. I've been thinking about uprooting and moving somewhere else in the country. Cambridge is so fucking bleak. My life is so fucking bleak. What course of action than self destruction is there when you feel depressed about your life...
Oops, self indulgent self-justification ramble. Maybe I'm just looking for any excuse to get out of my tree on stims. That could be it, too. I

stims.