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Logging off for the last time on this account.

Follow my new account.. inject-rejections

Hey everybody. Tumblr is making me change my password.

But I don't know how to get into the email I made when I was like 14. So please follow my new blog I had to make... Inject-rejections.tumblr.com And honesty... Fuck tumblr for fucking this yup. I've had the same blog for 7 years. What the fuck. I can't even delete this one because I don't have a password for it anymore.

princesconsuela

mywordsflowlikewineforthepious

Addicted to addiction...

The worst part, about being a drug addict, is that you know you’re a drug addict. You know, all your excuses are bullshit. You know, when it’s your addiction talking, not you. You know, you’re hurting those around you. You know, you need help. You know, you’re lost. You know, you’re lying to yourself.

Nobody, sets out to be an addict. You just, wake up on day, as an addict.

I usually say that, the first time I used Meth, I was addicted. That’s not true. The first time I used, I knew, I’d do it again. I wasn’t addicted though. I became an addict, when I used to forget, my problems, my pain, my anguish. I became an addict, when I gave my addiction priority, over the important things, in my life. I became an addict, when I lost almost everything I had, stopped using for a while, then picked up again. Thinking, “It’s been long enough. I’ll be able to stop this time. I don’t have a problem. I was just in a bad place, at that time in my life.” I became an addict, when the strength, of my addiction, out weighed the shame I felt, when I looked at pictures of my kids. At problems, my addiction has caused. At people, who I have hurt. At what I could have done, with my time. My money. My family. . . I became an addict, when I looked in the mirror, asked myself to stop. Then put the piece to my lips, took another hit, and left myself behind…

sandinyocrack

Jesus. Right in the feels.

s0arin0vercali4nia-deactivated2

Always on the always reblog list, at the top

drayedraye666-deactivated202002

👏👏👏

junkiebby

I remember growing up and hearing the topic of drugs. Always being warned. We could over dose, or get diseases or end up looking 50 when we’re 30. But nobody ever fucking warns us about the actual scary parts. They don’t tell you about lying in bed at 3am because you honestly can’t sleep. And you’re alone. And you can’t stop crying. And you feel like you have this monster inside of your body just trying to rip itself out. They never tell you that feinding for dope actually isn’t the worst thing. The worst thing is that you can no longer be “normal”. You’re not that girl who can have a few beers at the party and enjoy herself. You’re the girl who is drowning herself in alcohol while figuring out ways that she can rationalize ditching all her “normal” friends to go and pick up meth or oxy or just anything because she simply cannot live another minute inside of her own skin when she’s sober. They never fucking tell you that.

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t h i s

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Truth.

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ana--mia--recovery

When people say “recovery”, you typically think of returning to how you were before your illness. But there is no going back. You do not merely recover, but reinvent yourself. You become something completely different from what you were before.

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