Since my thoughts (and subsequently, these entries) are typically so incredibly sporadic, dysfunctional and generally pretty personal, most of this shiz-nit's "Friends Only ( Read more... )

thoughts and feslings ( Read more... )

And all I can think about is my next hit.

Ugh, I just shot smack for the first time in nearly a year. I barely fucking feel it. Opiate tolerance has apparently skyrocketed.

It's six in the morning, I haven't slept yet. I'm not even tired.
I do too much cocaine.

Time for sleepy medications. The day doesn't work well for me.

"My friends keep sayin ( Read more... )

I cut myself an hour ago.
Physical symptoms persist :(
I have a pressure bandage on, but in case I don't post anything for a while, I might be dead. Someone should probably check that out :p

I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding

It's taken me a week to muster up the courage to write something to you. I'm moderately drunk and need sleep, but I know you wouldn’t mind. I want to believe that this wasn't what you really wanted. I want to believe that in the end, in that fury of emotion, you thought of us. The people who love you. I hope you thought of us and felt so incredibly ( Read more... )

Tonight, I shot hydromorphine for the first time in moths.
I felt awesome. Now i feel vey sikckk