Under the influence

Too much has happened, but haven't had a chance to really write. I finally got a direct connect, thank Christ. This way, I'll deal with way less bullshit. This dude has had some primo shit, and natually the week I have time to kick it and enjoy, I start feeling shortness of breath like I used to get from not eating enough. It's true, I've not eaten hardly anything, although I always have a couple of Slim Fast shakes and 1 or 2 nurtritious candy bars. Today, I guess my body rebelled, and in spite of the fact I DID eat a couple of TV dinners today, this feeling of low blood sugar stays with me and when it does, makes it almost impossible to get high. I stopped by McD's for 3 cheese burgers to have one 2nite and 2 tomorrow in order that I quit the shortness of breath, light headedness, and dizziness.

It's just that eating is such a CHORE on the shit. Anyway, I'm flattered that so many people on AFF gave me 10 million compliments on my looks. The thing is though, when I stop and think about it, I freeze up when I ask myself is this what I really want. Hell do I even want Brendan anymore? Maybe not. Maybe I finally have this sex thing out of my system, although truthfully I would love someone romantic and sweet to hold on occasion. I love the drugs. They make me so happy and so creative when I'm allowed to be left alone to write, my favorite place in the whole world t0 be. I got my creative poetry ability back on a couple occasions, finally, but I didn't write them down. Still, the stories, the music, the songs, the scripts are all there in my mind, they only ever come out under the influence. Sigh.
 
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