today has been such a shit day. i woke up feeling awful. i feel naucious and i have a killer headache. my mom is pissed at me for no reason and i dont want to be home. i wish i could just leave and i wish i had drugs. i really want some perc 3o’s right now and honestly if i had money to buy some heroine i would. i need something because i feel like im about to break down and cry and scream and stab myself in the stomach. i just dont feel good and i dont know why. nothing has happened really i just feel like am about to crack. ive been acting so good lately; being happy, talkative and smiling and laughing alot. i think i can only hold everything in for so long. idk i just hate being this way and although i would love to go out tonight and get really fucked up i dont know if i really feel like hanging out with anyone. and the people i do want to hang out with i know i would probs break down and start crying. WHY AM I SO FUCKING WEIRD! why cant i just be happy! idk and i just need to try and push all of these emotions even further back and forget about everyone and everything. i need to get some pills.
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*pats you on the back* it’s ok sunflower, I know it’s hard.
thanks :/ im just going crazy and my mom abd i arent getting along which fucking sucks.
Have you tried telling her how you feel? ..telling her that its not ok with you that your both not getting along? Or maybe she has a problm she’s not telling you? Can you talk to her without making it worse?
“WHY AM I SO FUCKING WEIRD! why cant i just be happy!â€
Because it’s not something that just comes! Nobody is just born happy; it’s not weird to not be happy. Don’t hate yourself for not being all smiles and giggles.
Happiness comes in different shapes to different people, and whether being unhappy is bad or not, thinking that you’re weird or worthless for being down IS wrong.
And being sad or frustrated is not wrong either; it’s even natural. And it’s okay to let it all out –I encourage you to do so. If you’re afraid of telling someone, why not trying a more artistic method? Painting, dancing, music, acting, writing… All those are ways of communication and they’re great to let it all out. They can either be a distraction from your inner turmoil or a way to get into it and discover what’s so wrong.
I know recommending an artistic activity is kinda cliché, but hey, who knows.
And for your mom: Maybe you need to talk, but wait until you two are calm enough. Take your distance, a nap, cook a cake… Something that gives you two the time to put your thoughts in order.
I saw your post yesterday, Sunflower, about Wake and Bake, and I almost posted this then. But it is much more appropriate here.
I am a longtime opiate addict, about five years now. I started medicating with opiates to cure my depression, and it ‘worked’. For a very short time. It also ruined my life. Sometimes it seems like when your depressed, you’ll reach out for any reason to hold onto. And heroin can be that reason, but it becomes your only reason, it takes over everything else. There’s even something sexy about it in a way, I always felt like I was whoring satan when I got loaded with smack. But after a few months, or perhaps even a few weeks, it’s time to pay your dues back. Withdrawal will take all the feelings of depression you feel when not loaded and multiply them by a trillion. And you won’t really think of suicide, you’ll just want to go score. Stay clean for a week and then you think about suicide, when the fucking boredom and post-withdrawal sets in. Recidivism rates for opiate addicts hover around 90%. Once you go down that road… there’s very little coming back. I am actually incredibly high functioning for someone who does what I do, but I am numb to shit, I am a shitty person, and I feel like I’m dying.
If you still care about anything, like your Mom, or friends, or yourself, any of those things; rethink opiates. It’s problem solving capabilities will stop faster than you realized you were ‘OK’, and then it’s time to pay. And you won’t want to, and your Mom, friends, whoever, they all suffer because of you. I started out on pills and moved on down the road to smack, and if I could take it all back I would. I would love the fucking chance to go take it all back. These five years have felt like 6 months, and been a blur, and my friends have moved on and here I am, worthless.
If you keep going down this road you’ll eventually realize all this shit yourself. It becomes self-evident. But I thought I’d give you a fair warning, there is such a dark side to this shit, make sure you think it through. I’d say it’s a 1:10 arrangement, you buy your relief and get 1 relief, and have to pay it back tenfold later.
Well, best wishes.
thanks everyone for your thoughts and concerns. i am also very aware of what pills can do to you and how they can get a hold of your life and make shit worse. im trying to just stick with smoking but sometimes i just feel like i want to completely disappear and drugs help.
Note to kids: DON’T DO SMACK!! 🙂 okey dokey!!?!!