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@dopeprincess
*Me sober thinking about getting high*
via weheartit
yall mind if i
abuse substances alone in my room instead of participating in human contact
Me af
“I’m so high I shouldn’t be smoking, but I got a lot on my mind
Just trying to cope with feeling so hopeless, so I
Keep my arms open, abusin’ my dosage
I don’t know if you notice I’m broken”
-Doobie
“I dream of days where I am free from addiction, days filled with no cravings, obsessive thoughts, or reminders almost as if i wasn’t an addict. I also dream of days where I am doped out in my own little world, numb to all of my afflictions. Dreams of nodding out peacefully with an abundant amount of drugs, giving no end to my false sense of serenity.”
— Journal entry titled daydreams December 30th 2015 (via nicolethedopefiendqueen)
I just want to travel the world, take a bunch of drugs, and make a lot of art.
“He died doing what he loved” would be a terrible thing to say at a drug addict’s funeral.
“He died doing what he loved” would be a terrible thing to say at a drug addict’s funeral.
me 24/7: this is just too much for me right now
“Bring the drugs, i can bring my pain.” 🌙
They don’t know what it’s like to want to destroy my body. To want to stick needles in my arm. To want to put poison through my veins.
They don’t understand the depression that riddles my mind. The wanting and yearning for death everyday, because I don’t want to live.
They don’t understand the limbo of not wanting to be clean but not wanting the misery of active addiction.
I can’t do this anymore.
Blow up my inbox.
Would you rather..
Fuck, kill or marry
This or that
Personal questions
Creepy anons
Random questions
Advice
Love/hate
Anonymous secrets
Anything you want!
Go for it. Have fun!
Hit me with it, guys!
!!!!!!!
There’s a part of me that isn’t the same anymore