NoPromiseMade
Bluelighter
Maybe this would be better as a blog entry idk. So being the cursed universe that it is, I woke up this morning after a weekend of debaucherous hedonistic group drug use and sex. Is this my apartment? Are those dirty needles in the bathroom mine? The beer bottles everywhere did they come into being by some cult of crazed alcoholics?
But yes I woke up this morning, which is a miracle in of itself. (My friends said I had a seizure after doing some junk, I have never had a seizure). As I was cleaning everything up, I was just struck by the thought that this isnt me. But every time I do these things it becomes me. Jebus, when I was fourteen I couldnt even stand the sight of needles, now my arms look like punch cards. I can't believe I got over a horrendous pill addiction to shoot junk every weekend. I dont even crave, it's just that I dont know how to have fun without drugs. I want to call one of my friends and tell them that I've fucked up but for one reason or another there's nobody I can call.
I need to stop hanging out with this girl, she's trouble. Easy pussy, it will be the death of me. She's a smackhead, she's beautiful, she's smart, she's a really freaky/great lay. I dont love her, but I am oddly attached in a way I cant explain. I want to tell her to F*ck off and find someone else to f*ck with. But everytime she calls I fall into her. I literally cant control myself.
God, another week of long sleeves, no money and feeling like a fuck up.
Any support, even if it's a dont do this and that post would be greatly appreciated, I feel like an alien.
But yes I woke up this morning, which is a miracle in of itself. (My friends said I had a seizure after doing some junk, I have never had a seizure). As I was cleaning everything up, I was just struck by the thought that this isnt me. But every time I do these things it becomes me. Jebus, when I was fourteen I couldnt even stand the sight of needles, now my arms look like punch cards. I can't believe I got over a horrendous pill addiction to shoot junk every weekend. I dont even crave, it's just that I dont know how to have fun without drugs. I want to call one of my friends and tell them that I've fucked up but for one reason or another there's nobody I can call.
I need to stop hanging out with this girl, she's trouble. Easy pussy, it will be the death of me. She's a smackhead, she's beautiful, she's smart, she's a really freaky/great lay. I dont love her, but I am oddly attached in a way I cant explain. I want to tell her to F*ck off and find someone else to f*ck with. But everytime she calls I fall into her. I literally cant control myself.
God, another week of long sleeves, no money and feeling like a fuck up.
Any support, even if it's a dont do this and that post would be greatly appreciated, I feel like an alien.