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Take this, alcoholic girl who called me a junkie ;D
A problem disguised as a solution...
Sometimes I just get so fucking fed up with the assholes in this goddamn city. I’m ready to tear someone limb from fucking limb.
Crossing my fingers
I'm gonna sniff this tiny little bit of dope. Let's see if I feel anything
Baby shot because I am indeed a baby. This weird-ass dope was grayish blue, filtered to a pretty much clear, but was definitely dope. Or at least an opiate of some sort.
Still can't type without 1 eye closed and this was last night. Mmmm. It's safe t9 say that I am no longer 100 percent sober.
Been waiting for so long we're starting to go nuts. We just spent the last hour laughing like idiots at the "pop" sound the plunger makes when you pull it out of the back of the syringe.
Overdosing isn’t the scary part. What’s scary is how peaceful it is.
I still don’t know how or why I found the strength to call for help (via pr1ncepeachhh)
Tumblr: Support people with mental illnesses! Fight ableism! Teach people to love themselves!
Tumblr:.....
Tumblr: Except addicts. You all can go fuck yourselves.
Hey
So, for everyone who's wondering "What the fuck is going on with this loser, and why is she being so melodramatic?", here's the short version of everything that's been happening.
I've been diagnosed by multiple psychologists with chronic depression and anxiety. At the end of last year, I tried to commit suicide (h overdose). Turns out, I'm even worse at dying than I am at living, and I ended up in the hospital. For two fucking weeks. They got me started on new depression meds and for a few days I got Xanax too, but then they were like "nope, ur a junkie u don't get this no more". They wanted to keep me for even longer because they wanted to get me into drug treatment, but I kept telling them no because there's no way I could afford all that shite and plus I had a flight scheduled to go visit my family for the holidays. Finally, they let me out a day before my flight, so I had to go home and frantically pack all my crap for the plane.
Fast forward to now and the medicine is working pretty great, I don't wish I was dead every day, and I'm clean off of opiates (even though I'm still not 100% sure I want to be, to be completely honest). It's not entirely perfect though, and on days where I'm particularly sleep deprived or I forget a dose, I get really sad for no reason - and that's when I start posting all this cryptic emo bullshit on my blog.
So thanks for dealing with me, and I'm still down to talk or hang out or whatever with anyone who wants to. And I'm definitely NOT going to get all preachy on your ass just because I'm clean and you're not, so no worries.
But yeah, that's what's up.
I thought I was better but reality punched me in the face and I'm right back where I started... I have to get away but I don't know how.
Sorry I haven't been posting much. After getting out of the hospital in late December, there's been a lot on my mind.
Glass art and pills - two things I really love
People only care about you after you're dead because it doesn't require a commitment
if i woke up and suddenly was the last person on earth
first i’d hit up the five closest pharmacies
then the three closest hospitals
then the three closest nursing homes
a couple cannabis dispensaries
the evidence room at the police dept
and finally about 150 houses in a nice neighborhood
then the next day i’d wake up and hit up some more of the same places
and that’s my sick “last person on earth” drug fantasy
People that complain about drug money funding cartels and gangs are obviously unaware that it's because of their precious drug laws that the money goes to organized crime.
Prohibition and Al Capone ring a bell, anyone?
i love how vague this is because it implies that what the pigeons do is too scary to write down
“we cannot bear to tell you what horrors the pigeons have wrought”
dope--princess I thought of you