I spent the weekend in the arms of opiate withdrawal, shitting bricks with my nose running to the ground and throwing up every time I eat anything. It wasn’t pleasant…and reprieve was brought today in the form of 12 tablets of DF-118 (360 mg of DHC) which I had intentionally saved up – I’m just buying time Morpheus, I’ll pay you back tomorrow.
I promise. I don’t need to – you come and make me pay you back anyway. It’s not like I can run and hide. *shrugswithazasinshrugz”
I had a dream last night. I can only remember bits and pieces of it, but I remember a dismal landscape, with only a girl there, of my age, who guided me through it. Except she wasn’t helping me, she was just providing warmth and company through the journey and I was just getting more and more lost in the dreamscape. The strangest thing she said to me when I confronted her about that is that “I am you. You just don’t know it yet.”
…and OMG! I just used up my opiate allowance for making a birthday post…but it’s not due yet! ZOMG! GOM!111
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Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.