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Yelling My Arse Off, Hoping Things Will Change

h2oforthegaslit

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convicted felon, reformed drug trafficker, recovering addict, and christian; I spend a great deal of time describing the chaotichell that an addict lives on a daily basis and hopefully warn others to never try drugs when the time to choose comes to them.
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Today's Rant

Veronica Scores a Gram


           lonely

     This is Veronica.  A couple of years ago, if she had just known what crystal meth was really all about, she would have never found herself sitting alone there, trying to live through a shrieking moment of the
"WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO FOR THAT GRAM"
realization.

steinhardt.nyu

Maybe the next time she sleeps with someone to get high it will be easier for her to cope with afterward. And then the next time after that, and the next time. . . Hell, pretty soon, there won't be much Veronica left anyway, so it'll probably be smooth sailing for her conscious from here.
smoke
Besides, now Veronica has that little baggie and it's screaming her name - only this time, she dreads the new realization that she doesn't seem to be looking forward to getting high as much as she did this morning. This time, the escape will have to help get her through the new way she acquires an escape.

Too bad she didn't get some info about meth years ago. Too bad she didn't

find the answers. . .


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find

June 23 4:54 AM | Add a comment | Send a message | Permalink | View trackbacks (0)

Breaking Hearts on Meth?

heartSo you can finally squeeze your ass in those size 5 jeans, huh? Think you look pretty hot since you've been on the Stem Fast Diet?


I remember believing that I looked so damn good when I was strung out on crystal meth.

WHY??

Little things you tell yourself, I suppose. The "PROs" or "advantages" of being on methamphetamine and ignoring the fact that you are slowly becoming just a skeleton.

What a crock, man!

heart2

So if you have that slim, trim meth physique and if you are steadily losing cup sizes in the chest area as well as your hips, don't think you'll break hearts, Baby.

Get sober and think rationally.
June 22 12:58 PM | Add a comment | Send a message | Permalink | View trackbacks (0)

Monica and Jamie


 We wish you both all the happiness in the world.

  monnyjamie

 Love,
Mama & Daddy
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Searching For Meth?




sparkles

I understand the craving, the sadness, the coma.

Vent at:

h2oforthegaslit@hotmail.com
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Still Wondering What Meth Is Like?

8ball

It’s like repetitive death. It’s knowing every single little detail of neglected emotion that you will never be able to give to your children the same way, because when they needed it, you did not give it. Maybe you didn’t realize it, maybe you did. What’s the difference? Perhaps you figured you’d make it up to them, “but for now, just one more hit.”

It’s knowing they have grown traits and reasoning and beliefs due to your cowardly escape into drugs while they needed loving guidance. It’s knowing in the depth of your very being that you would rather be slain over and over again instead of reliving the memory of seeing their faces when their hearts break . . . because they think you love drugs more than you love them. And you see how they drew that conclusion.

violence  But worse, knowing that they normally hide their heartache because they know it hurts you deep down. And hurting you deep down is not an option for them. Never. How about this? Knowing they try not to ask too much of you, because they are trying to love and understand this new, confusing parent who is always busy or on edge or sick or making wrong choices or acting stupid.


       whereiseverybody   It’s knowing that if you were to ever find a genie in a bottle, the only wish you could mutter through the waves of deafening sobs of gratitude would be “I want to go back to the day that I decided to try drugs and reverse the decision.” The only wish that could top that may be “I wish drugs had never been created,” but that would carry significant effects and probably wouldn’t do as much good as you had hoped, because we as humans will always find something to push the limits with, to feel better, to be happy.

And damn, if all that up there ain’t just the happiest of things that you’d picture for your life and family, put the freakin’ stuff down and actually say “No!” when It comes calling for you to make the choice . . .
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