* I’m considering parceling out what’s left into small little doses that I’ll use to help me taper, or, better idea, keep a little emergency dose for when I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE MAN so I can have a tiny little managed relapse instead of like, telling my dealer about how I’m doing a couple days off, a couple days on, and then asking if I can get an 🎱.
So it’s Wednesday, and you know what that means, right? No? Get fucked. Who the Hell are you anyways? Get out of my—
*blip*
So it’s Wednesday, and we all know what that means, right? Time for @allthetimesivedied@hexbear.net to make another half-assed effort to quit doing meth.
Seriously though it’s getting to the point where if I don’t quit or at least be a functioning addict I am probably going to kill myself.
And this time I’m motivating myself with…
*spins wheel*
*it stops on “The adorable 5’1” crust punk I’m sad about might talk to me again”*
*there isn’t any other thing on the wheel except for that*
But seriously though I feel disgusting and I hate myself and I want to die. So here’s hoping it works out.
Addiction runs in my family. I feel for you comrade.