- i am slightly too drunk to function
- my parents are going away for a week tomorrow so i am buying a kitten
- i am very excited for said kitten
- i went to the darby today, it was fun except for all the orange people and the drama that went on
- but i drank a lot so that’s fine
- as soon as my parents go away tomrorow i am going to stock up on a) alcohol b) weed c) kitten food and effectively starve myself all week woooohooo
this is just one of those days where everything goes wrong and everyone’s a cunt i swear to god
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when the drugs kick in, they’re gonna kick real hard
to stop my head from tearing apart
psychology is so dull waaaaaaaah
doing bong rips by the river with 2 of my managers and about 6 other colleagues has been an interesting experience
in the mood to just wander the streets tonight. go wherever my feet take me. idk. where is my mind.?
I have tried a lot of drugs in the past year but I have found relationships to be the most potent of them all. When you’re with someone who loves you it’s like you enter this personal little Wonderland, because their care and compassion frightens all the demons in your mind away and sends you on an insane high that can last days, weeks, even months. But like all fairytales, every relationship ends and that’s when the comedown hits you. The higher you flew, the harder you fall. The more you loved a person, the more they destroy you. They can take every shred of you: your heart and your mind and your morals, and burn them to the ground. They can take you to the brink of suicide and drag you back again. Withdrawal symptoms include grief, regret, fear, nostalgia and guilt. There is no break, no respite. They envelop you, day in and day out. Every resting moment is a howling reminder of the past. The comedown period can eclipse the length of the actual high. It’s like heroin. No, it’s worse than heroin. Because it’s utterly unforgettable and utterly irresistible. No matter how much you’ve been torn to pieces, no matter how many times you tell yourself that it’s over, you don’t need love any more, you’ve recovered… you always come crawling back. You need it. You desire it. You crave it. Your whole body shakes with longing for it. Affection, care, love. Give it any name you want. It’s still going to fucking ruin you.
