my name is laura. i am 18. i am a genderfluid lesbian. yay! i use she/they/he pronouns. i love music and tv. i am sad and lonely. i will make a lot of shitty poem posts.
i will also reblog a lot of queer stuff. and arcane stuff. and sad stuff.
DNI: if you are hateful towards others on the basis of race, sex, gender, sexuality, religion, appearance. dni if your account is 18+. thanks!
i wrote in my journal a couple weeks ago, an entry for a story i’m writing.
i wrote, in a lot of detail, a fictionalization of my experience with extreme suicidal ideation.
i can’t read it. it makes me sick. i can’t re write it onto my laptop because i am brought right back to the memory i spilled so wretchedly onto the page.
my account of this experience is so real, so raw, that even i cannot stomach it.
i want to kill her and fuck her. love her and hate her. she doesn’t deserve me but i want her. no one outside of my family loves me. she took everything so easily. i hate her and i love her.
I could’ve died last night. Get THC from a government regulated business. Know exactly how much. Don’t take it when you’re on other medications. Feel shitty? Vomit. MAKE SURE SOMEONE KNOWS YOU ARE TAKING SOMETHING.
Last night, I took two edibles from a random ass dude. Did not know the quantity. Took one, waited 30mins. No effects. Took another. I am fucked the hell up at this point.
I take 150mg prescription Sertraline (Zoloft) each day and this also fucks with my reactions and tolerance.
Anyways, I took them. Started to feel super fucking weird. Like reality and time were looping in on themselves. I couldn’t move properly, and I was starting to get muscle spasms. (Not good.) I tried to walk it off, drink water, etc. My mouth was also insanely dry. Nothing in there.
The muscle spasms were getting worse, and I could tell something was definitely wrong. I am also feeling nauseous, still with a very distorted sense of reality and time. I felt out of control in the worst way possible.
Long story short, I vomit, feel a bit better, go to sleep, wake up, still feel a little off but so much better. Thank the lords. My mom was on the phone with poison control, monitoring me most of the night. Had my symptoms been worse, I would’ve needed to go to the hospital.
Do not take drugs without knowing the exact quantities, without someone knowing you’re taking them, while on other medications. Seriously. You could fucking die, no joke. Especially the other medications part. The interaction between drugs is scary.
when our song becomes just a song. when our spot becomes just a bench. when us becomes you and i. when we become separate entities, nothing but tendrils yearning across time and space. and yet they never reach each other, for we do not move as fast as space expands. our love is not enough for the universe.
Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that
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