Party Vibe

@femmefatale 502320 wrote:

Here’s my entire story/ drug history. Blatant, honest, disgusting, and raw. No lies; just love.

When I was 13, I found a joint in my dad’s room and taught myself how to smoke after experiencing the wobbliness and impaired decision-making skills of alcohol. At 14, I started messing around wih painkillers (i.e. vicodin, percs, codeine, norcos.) with my first running partner. At 15 I became a habitual pot smoker with my now boyfriend of six years. Funny, we’ve never done more than get crazy drunk , pop a couple ecstasy pills back when it was more popular, and smoke weed together. Anyways, at 15 I found oxy, and more oxy. All the myriad of painkillers and more, the joys of mushroom-combos, and the warm glow of ecstasy. This went on for a couple more years, when my best friend and I went on our weekly E binges, dyed our entire heads of hair red and blue, took on alternate egos and ran around party hopping until we went insane. At 17, I met a boyfriend with a steady coke habit/connect. I literally rode the bus across town at all and at hours of the day (which was a mile away from my house) just to **** him and do his sweet coke. It was cute; he used to get so mad when i’d do it all, then we’d **** for hours. Then I did LSD for the first time and my obsession with the Doors flourished.

Shortly after I turned 18 I had gone through a couple more boyfriends, one of which was an alcoholic comedian. I aborted his child, and during the procedure I was prescribed 750s of vicodin. I was beginning the longest run of depression I’ve ever gone through, and began to really appreciate that opiate filter from the world. I’d gone through a meth phase, overdosed on it once. Not my thing. Months pass and my original running partner shows me the overpriced OG west side nickel bag. That was it. My roommate/ex-gf and I found it, liked it waaaay too much, and ended up strung out. We got kicked out of my parents house, became strippers, and when that money wasn’t enough to support us and our habit; we became prostitutes.

We smoked it, she still hasn’t ever shot up. Thank God. We enrolled in the methadone program, and she was almost a year clean, until i ****** up and got her high the other day. But in the year that we’ve been at the clinic, she’s had a kid and moved on with her life and we’ve gone our separate ways. I still struggle with my addiction. My dose is at 32, i’m going down to 31 tomorrow. I’ve been shooting up, to make a little go a long way. But due to the idiocy of using a needle I knew had already been used by some sketchy *******, and only boiling it before use, I am currently waiting to find out why my recent bloodwork ( lab tests) came back abnormal. I do have HPV, and I have had chlamydia. However, I may not have gotten rid of my chlamydia complketely because I didn’t take all of my antibiotics. I’m guessing it’s either HIV or Hep C. This is the scariest night of my life.

help me

message me if you like. I have had substance abuse problems and came off opiates recently. I love the doors and I also guess you love the velvet underground too seeing from your name.

you should go and get more antibiotics quick for the Chlamydia because if you get rid of it quick it isn’t an issue.