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@pill-queen-blog
sensational.
oxycontin 80 mg
philly dope, heroin #4
Friends pill case.. It has a fucking light. Like a baby one watt in that bitch. Opana 10s
I’M BACK BITCHES
Yes, it’s me, the original Pill-Queen. I had to delete my old blog because when I went to rehab, my mom found EVERYTHING. She found the blog and had me delete it when I came home. She also found all the liquor bottles I had hidden in my room, the pills in my car and room, and all my pipes… But now I’m back!
Rehab was a bitch and not really my choice. My dumb drunk ass thought it would be smart to call my therapist when I was crying in my car and faded af. She told me to pull over and she’d come find me. Well I gave her the wrong address of where I was, she went looking for me and couldn’t find me, and I passed tf out in my car for 2 hours, went home, and went in the next day to talk to her.
She basically told me I could either voluntarily go or she would take that option away from me and force me to go. At first I refused, but my sponsor from AA (I was in AA during all of this, but obv couldn’t stay sober) and she convinced me to go. The next day, my sponsor and I went and told my therapist and my therapist started hugging me and telling me how happy she was for me and gave me her cellphone number so I could call her whenever I needed to and to let her know I got there. So I went home, packed up my shit, and left w/o telling my mom bye or any of my family (I made an agreement with my therapist that she would call my mom and let her know what happened once I gave her the OK that I was in rehab). Got faded af on the way up there and about 2 hours after chugging my fave alcohol down, I blew a 0.08. I don’t remember much cause I had been binging the past few days on alcohol. Hadn’t been able to find good connects for pills at this time so I just resorted to my love (alcohol) and DXM.
17 days of rehab was sooo fun.. -_-
all these bars, no police
Drug addicts, man. We always find a way.
ALWAYS
I’M BACK BITCHES
Yes, it’s me, the original Pill-Queen. I had to delete my old blog because when I went to rehab, my mom found EVERYTHING. She found the blog and had me delete it when I came home. She also found all the liquor bottles I had hidden in my room, the pills in my car and room, and all my pipes... But now I’m back!
Rehab was a bitch and not really my choice. My dumb drunk ass thought it would be smart to call my therapist when I was crying in my car and faded af. She told me to pull over and she’d come find me. Well I gave her the wrong address of where I was, she went looking for me and couldn’t find me, and I passed tf out in my car for 2 hours, went home, and went in the next day to talk to her.
She basically told me I could either voluntarily go or she would take that option away from me and force me to go. At first I refused, but my sponsor from AA (I was in AA during all of this, but obv couldn’t stay sober) and she convinced me to go. The next day, my sponsor and I went and told my therapist and my therapist started hugging me and telling me how happy she was for me and gave me her cellphone number so I could call her whenever I needed to and to let her know I got there. So I went home, packed up my shit, and left w/o telling my mom bye or any of my family (I made an agreement with my therapist that she would call my mom and let her know what happened once I gave her the OK that I was in rehab). Got faded af on the way up there and about 2 hours after chugging my fave alcohol down, I blew a 0.08. I don’t remember much cause I had been binging the past few days on alcohol. Hadn’t been able to find good connects for pills at this time so I just resorted to my love (alcohol) and DXM.
17 days of rehab was sooo fun.. -_-