#ineedmoredrugs

[thatmemerightoverhere]

[lissabm]

We’ve all been through stuff in our lives. Some worse than others. We all want to forget the things that happened that makes us mad or depressed or not feeling good. I drink and do drugs to forget the dozens of scars I still have and the memory I have behind them. I’m addicted to feeling like I never hurt myself. But it all reality I hurt myself for 8 years. I have hundreds or more scars that faded away overtime, the worst ones are still present. I never talk about it because I feel as though since I don’t do it anymore, no one cares. But it still affects me. Not everyday, but more than I care to experience. When I’m high, my scars disappear. All the memories of the blood and bandaids and the 2 psych wards go away. I was addicted to the blade for 8 years. I was never around drugs or alcohol during that time. But once I quit hurting myself, I turned straight to drugs. Mostly weed, but there’s some other stuff that I have thrown into the mix over the years. I hate the fact that I feel like I always need to be high to pretend that the shit never happened. But I hate being sober enough to want to do it again. It’s been 6 1/2 years and I would like to keep it that way. #inmyfeelings #comingdown #ineedmoredrugs #fuck #wanttobesober (at Brooklyn, Maryland)

[sleepingrealityaway]

Xanex

Just like marijuana. Only you are a maid, A fitness fanatic, Your best friend, And god.

[boo-bear-buster-blog]

What if our universe was a white abyss, so everything was always bright, and we were nocturnal, and our sun was replaced by a black hole that we revolved around in a suspension and it sucked away the light for 12 hours.

The Antiverse

[sickly-lies]

The moee people I meet, the more drugs I crave. I can't kill myself now, so I do it slowly. I'm so tired, school is hurting my feelings. I feel in a "I can't" mood. Help.

[searchingforinnerhappiness]

I feel tears coming;

I have no real reason,

But I keep crying.

Depression won't leave,

I need to escape this place

Before it kills me.

My mind keeps talking,

Reminding me of my past-

Suffocating me.

When will this all stop?

It needs to come to an end-

Or I'll end myself.