harmacologist
Ex-Bluelighter
I wanted to go to Utila, learn to dive (professionally, it complements my skills and previous certs), and more than anything break out of my pathetic loser shell and sleep with a girl.
I got there and had an allergic reaction to something and couldn't breath at night. So I went to honduras for 2 weeks, and couldn't do much except for swim a little, lay on the dock, read, and eat all sorts of weird street foods.
I didn't do any drugs which was good (break from cannabis) and bad, I wanted to try cocaine. I also quickly reverted to being a drunk again. Hadn't drank at all this year, so I quickly progressed from 2 beers and im drunk, to 12 shots and im not even stumbling to the next bar.
i met some nice people (girls as well), and was rather smitten with a few (its hard not to be when the clothing is so skimpy), but nothing happened because I am still a little coward boy and talk myself out of ever expressing love interest by justifying to myself that any girl I like is better off with anyone else.
feels like whenever I plan to make my life better, it always fucks up and I'm right back to where I started.
ill be home in a day, and I don't know what I am going to do, I didn't have a plan B ready. I wasted a ton of money on this trip with zero to show. I dont wanna go get a shitty job (the only kind I qualify for) in freezing cold canada, but I dont really know what else to do.
i dont have any friends or family I really trust, not enough to vent like this, and have someone point me in the right direction.
my heads all fucked up and I dont want to talk to doctors about it because im scarred of getting locked up again, and have never had good luck with pharms.
i dont wanna die, i just never wanted to exist.
i miss my (moms) dog, but not as much as i miss drugs.
I got there and had an allergic reaction to something and couldn't breath at night. So I went to honduras for 2 weeks, and couldn't do much except for swim a little, lay on the dock, read, and eat all sorts of weird street foods.
I didn't do any drugs which was good (break from cannabis) and bad, I wanted to try cocaine. I also quickly reverted to being a drunk again. Hadn't drank at all this year, so I quickly progressed from 2 beers and im drunk, to 12 shots and im not even stumbling to the next bar.
i met some nice people (girls as well), and was rather smitten with a few (its hard not to be when the clothing is so skimpy), but nothing happened because I am still a little coward boy and talk myself out of ever expressing love interest by justifying to myself that any girl I like is better off with anyone else.
feels like whenever I plan to make my life better, it always fucks up and I'm right back to where I started.
ill be home in a day, and I don't know what I am going to do, I didn't have a plan B ready. I wasted a ton of money on this trip with zero to show. I dont wanna go get a shitty job (the only kind I qualify for) in freezing cold canada, but I dont really know what else to do.
i dont have any friends or family I really trust, not enough to vent like this, and have someone point me in the right direction.
my heads all fucked up and I dont want to talk to doctors about it because im scarred of getting locked up again, and have never had good luck with pharms.
i dont wanna die, i just never wanted to exist.
i miss my (moms) dog, but not as much as i miss drugs.