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i'm sure some of you guys woulda guessed it but when i got back to school n started a new job, i had money saved up n i thought what the hell, a couple pills wouldn't hurt, well there wasn't much satisfiaction, after 1 day, it was back to the needle, and this went on for 2 months maybe, not everyday but at the end it was to the point i was losing control
so i started taking subs to just n detox off n got a new job moving trucks and cleaning storage lockers - to earn some money before going to Asia
but my 3rd day on the job i didn't feel right and i gave in to get something, i grabbed 7 baggies and did 2 right away, when i got home my mom knew something was up and even asked me buit i kept denying it
the next day i did another one and nothing happened but i knew in my moms look
so finally a work day comes, 6 am sharp. i decided to bang a shot to take away any withdrawals n give me some energy
i was workign thru the day and had 1 bag left and was going to chuck the stick afterwards so i can detox properly off the subs
lunch time hits, i go into the bathroom and what do u know, .. i untie my belt and wrap it tight, load up the syringe, stick it in, pull back to make sure it registered a vein, and then slowly push in
and thats all i remember, i woke up in am ambulance then passed out n woke up in the E.R.
now that everyone was thinking i was doing well was dissapointed n my mom just said i was a grown man, i can leave and do all the drugs i want just don't have any relations with her anymore.. and i thoguth hard and decided to stay
so this week i've been withdrawin again - not as bad as the first time but still hurts, the first 3 days i been popping like 5 or 6 ambien pills every few hours to sleep and to kinda get into a fucked up mind state because its hard to deal with reality sober when all u know is drugs,
i''m actually on day 7 today with no substance and i'm feeling a lil better, i have 2 kolopins left for the anxiety , but if i can make it past this i'll be forever greatful
my mom already bought me plane tickets for August 24 for when the semester starts , i
'm just workin on a work visa, etc, so i'm glad she still suppports me, i just really wanted to get a part time job n work 3 weeks befor ei went to earn some spending cash but i guess she won't let me do that now , fuckk
but anyways thats my story, thanks for listening
(PS- i popped 6 ambien last night to sleep but actually stayed up cause i like that heavy feelin and may have started a dumb fucking thread here about tattoos so i do apologize for that)
so i started taking subs to just n detox off n got a new job moving trucks and cleaning storage lockers - to earn some money before going to Asia
but my 3rd day on the job i didn't feel right and i gave in to get something, i grabbed 7 baggies and did 2 right away, when i got home my mom knew something was up and even asked me buit i kept denying it
the next day i did another one and nothing happened but i knew in my moms look
so finally a work day comes, 6 am sharp. i decided to bang a shot to take away any withdrawals n give me some energy
i was workign thru the day and had 1 bag left and was going to chuck the stick afterwards so i can detox properly off the subs
lunch time hits, i go into the bathroom and what do u know, .. i untie my belt and wrap it tight, load up the syringe, stick it in, pull back to make sure it registered a vein, and then slowly push in
and thats all i remember, i woke up in am ambulance then passed out n woke up in the E.R.
now that everyone was thinking i was doing well was dissapointed n my mom just said i was a grown man, i can leave and do all the drugs i want just don't have any relations with her anymore.. and i thoguth hard and decided to stay
so this week i've been withdrawin again - not as bad as the first time but still hurts, the first 3 days i been popping like 5 or 6 ambien pills every few hours to sleep and to kinda get into a fucked up mind state because its hard to deal with reality sober when all u know is drugs,
i''m actually on day 7 today with no substance and i'm feeling a lil better, i have 2 kolopins left for the anxiety , but if i can make it past this i'll be forever greatful
my mom already bought me plane tickets for August 24 for when the semester starts , i
'm just workin on a work visa, etc, so i'm glad she still suppports me, i just really wanted to get a part time job n work 3 weeks befor ei went to earn some spending cash but i guess she won't let me do that now , fuckk
but anyways thats my story, thanks for listening
(PS- i popped 6 ambien last night to sleep but actually stayed up cause i like that heavy feelin and may have started a dumb fucking thread here about tattoos so i do apologize for that)
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