Just a random update to any random viewers who may have read my previous post. I'm okay, nothing happened. My package is still being held but it's not as frightening anymore because I gathered the courage to tell my mother that there may be a package at any day or time and to please not … Continue reading Update- I didn’t die
I wish I could hear the clock ticking at night and not count every tick and tock knowing morning will soon once again arrive I wish I could sit with my family without my mind begging the time to go faster so it's time for bed I wish when I went to bed I also … Continue reading I wish
I used to skip Uni to stay and do nothing, I used to skip appointments and deadlines and call in sick to work to do nothing. I quit work- to do nothing. The more time I've spent doing so, the more I've become bored with it. My best friend recently got a letter getting him … Continue reading Doing nothing is not satisfying.
So out of all the posts I've been meaning to write, I'll start with the first thing I can think of. So I told my best friend that I was on, at that very moment, while chatting to him (over Facebook), MDMA. His reaction was, well, not what I expected. He completely went off at … Continue reading Telling my friend I had relapsed
I feel awful. I feel great. However juxtaposed that is, it's true. I feel awful. Today I missed work. I didn't call them, I actually turned my phone off. This is something the old me would have done. On Tuesday my sister called in sick to work, and that day I really didn't want to … Continue reading I skipped work again today
At University I remember collapsing when going to get some water. I'd taken a mix of benzos and some painkillers. I always took benzos at uni because otherwise my hands shook, I stumbled on my words, I felt like I couldn't face it without being numb. The first aid man came and took me to … Continue reading Another drug story- University
I went on a family trip altogether and it was just me, my Mum, my Dad, my Sister, my Nan, my Grandad, annnnd my drugs. Codeine, mainly. It was a beautiful house, right by the sea and in a nice little town with nice pubs and a lighthouse in the distance. I loved it. Especially … Continue reading A drug story