I was the typical weekend warrior throughout my late teens and entire 20's. Actually I only indulged on Saturdays. Until 2014 when OMW home from work I was ran off the road and crashed my motorcycle into a concrete barrier at 80mph. I was in the hospital for 2½ months on delauded. When I got out I was given a script for 120 percs 30's which I completely chewed through in 2 weeks. So after deciding I'm not paying $25 a pill I eventually tried heroin. Unlike most, I don't blame the doctors that prescribed the pain meds because I was the one who sat around chewing them like they were candy and not following the clear directions of the prescription and feeling sorry for myself, wanting everyone too as well and not following through or even up with the physical therapy that was a necessary step in getting back to some what normal.
You never know WTF your going to get now of days anyway due to it either being compressed fake BS and fentanyl laced that eats away at your body and TBH me and fentanyl just don't get along since it has tried to kill me 19 times (literally). If I want to poison myself again I'll down draino cause its the same thing and besides who TF has the time any more to engage in that shit?! I don't, with school, and work and the unfortunate everyday adult life things I need to accomplish to ensure the quality of life I believe I deserve of course through hard work. Most importantly, WHY?! It's boring, a waste of money, a waste of time and yields absolutely no positive outcome.
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