weekend addiction
Bluelighter
I left a window up with a kratom experience report of mine on my dad's computer. I'm 23 and pay rent. I've lived on my own for two years and just came back to live with him because I felt lonely living alone.
I thought I had closed it out and when I glanced over at the monitor a moment after he came home I noticed he'd turned it off. So I just assume he turned the PC off to save power. I come back to use the phone and he says he's on the computer. I look and he's reading my fucking experience report. I wrote it to inform more people about kratom. I think its a lot safer and better than done or subs. So anyway I have no idea why he would be going through my shit? I guess he don't trust me. I trusted him. I assumed if I had left something up he'd just click out of it. Not so.
It's not like I'm all bad off on drugs and he's worried about me. I'm better than ever. Maybe he's worried things are too good to be true? I don't know. Guilty until proven guiltier is how I feel. I forgot how judgemental my family was. Why did I move back here? To be clear he doesn't have a problem with kratom, weed, or drinking although he'd prefer if I only had an occasional beer. And he said nothing about my experience report which is in TR if anyone cares.
I was gonna cook dinner for us but now I'm not and I don't even wanna see him. I honestly want to move out again. I'm 23 and have lived on my own successfully for two years. I think he may be toxic just like my mom said because ever since I've been back I've been spiraling down hill. I don't like living with people. Even my dad.
I am so emotional right now too because of my self-imposed weed break. Its not a good idea but I am going to pound 2 or 3 beers, talk to my dad breifly about how dissapointed I am when he wakes up, then drink till I pass out probably. I don't know I'm just so emotional right now. I'm angry, hurt, mad at myself. Why do I trust people? I am a fucking scum bag and I'm actually a pretty decent person. Everybody is a bad person according to my religious beliefs. I'm a Christian so even though I try and follow the rules I fall short time to time. And thus can't be trusted. The only person I can trust is Jesus. He's never fucked me over and has got me through alot.
I would like to get married and move to the mountains. I hate people. And I don't exclude myself. I'm an asshole just like you.
But man I just want to be alone again. I want to apply for welfare, get free methadone and housing, and then drink and mix with xanax. Enjoy some nice lazy years until I eventually OD and die in peace. But I don't think God would be happy with me. I would be fine with me though. Because I just don't fucking care anymore.
Maybe that's it though. Some people have to try hard and fail. Some people have to have shitty meaningless lives. That way the ones with good lives can appreciate them. When I finally do OD I think my family will be dissapointed. Ever see Scarface? Everybody needs somebody to be the bad guy. And they won't miss me until I'm gone and one of them becomes the bad guy. I might move back to Philly.
I'm almost definitely getting on suboxone because kratom aint gonna keep the dope cravings away when I'm around my dad. He pisses me off soo much sometimes.
EDIT: Turns out he didn't read a word and I am just being crazy. Life is funny sometimes.
I thought I had closed it out and when I glanced over at the monitor a moment after he came home I noticed he'd turned it off. So I just assume he turned the PC off to save power. I come back to use the phone and he says he's on the computer. I look and he's reading my fucking experience report. I wrote it to inform more people about kratom. I think its a lot safer and better than done or subs. So anyway I have no idea why he would be going through my shit? I guess he don't trust me. I trusted him. I assumed if I had left something up he'd just click out of it. Not so.
It's not like I'm all bad off on drugs and he's worried about me. I'm better than ever. Maybe he's worried things are too good to be true? I don't know. Guilty until proven guiltier is how I feel. I forgot how judgemental my family was. Why did I move back here? To be clear he doesn't have a problem with kratom, weed, or drinking although he'd prefer if I only had an occasional beer. And he said nothing about my experience report which is in TR if anyone cares.
I was gonna cook dinner for us but now I'm not and I don't even wanna see him. I honestly want to move out again. I'm 23 and have lived on my own successfully for two years. I think he may be toxic just like my mom said because ever since I've been back I've been spiraling down hill. I don't like living with people. Even my dad.
I am so emotional right now too because of my self-imposed weed break. Its not a good idea but I am going to pound 2 or 3 beers, talk to my dad breifly about how dissapointed I am when he wakes up, then drink till I pass out probably. I don't know I'm just so emotional right now. I'm angry, hurt, mad at myself. Why do I trust people? I am a fucking scum bag and I'm actually a pretty decent person. Everybody is a bad person according to my religious beliefs. I'm a Christian so even though I try and follow the rules I fall short time to time. And thus can't be trusted. The only person I can trust is Jesus. He's never fucked me over and has got me through alot.
I would like to get married and move to the mountains. I hate people. And I don't exclude myself. I'm an asshole just like you.
But man I just want to be alone again. I want to apply for welfare, get free methadone and housing, and then drink and mix with xanax. Enjoy some nice lazy years until I eventually OD and die in peace. But I don't think God would be happy with me. I would be fine with me though. Because I just don't fucking care anymore.
Maybe that's it though. Some people have to try hard and fail. Some people have to have shitty meaningless lives. That way the ones with good lives can appreciate them. When I finally do OD I think my family will be dissapointed. Ever see Scarface? Everybody needs somebody to be the bad guy. And they won't miss me until I'm gone and one of them becomes the bad guy. I might move back to Philly.
I'm almost definitely getting on suboxone because kratom aint gonna keep the dope cravings away when I'm around my dad. He pisses me off soo much sometimes.
EDIT: Turns out he didn't read a word and I am just being crazy. Life is funny sometimes.
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