¡Felicidades a mí! Soy incapaz de vivir sobria.
7/5 Thursday 3:27pm
I’m tired. My head hurts. I feel empty. I’m at home, hiding in my room from my family. You’d think the simple answer would be to sleep if you’re tired but instead, I’m laying here wondering how much meth it’ll take to make me feel normal. Trying to figure out if I’m mentally worn out or if it’s just because I’m coming down. Do I even really want to more? What’s the point? (Huh, oops) I’m just gonna sit in here anyway. These four questions have been looping my brain for 7hrs… 7 fucking hours. Probably longer actually. I mean, I’ll end up having more. I always do. I’ll hate myself for it but, only when I start coming down of course.
Lemme be in the sky
I’m not really go to try
Cuz this shit it’s all my fucking life
I’m just trying to die
Someone send me drugs. 😭👌👌
Watching a whole episode of Glee just to see Grant Gustin and flap my arms like a pterodactyl on methanphetamine
Breaking bad is just fab
So I just found out that on a drug test, methotrexate shows up as methanthetimine because a lot of the ingrediants are the same, but they’re extremely different. That’s kind of a scary thought considering I inject the stuff into my body once a bloody week.