I did it again...
Sick Puppy
Registrant
I did it again. I shot up again. Last night, and the night before. I know it's stupid. I know I'm ruining my life. I don't know what else to do. I was in pain and it was the only way I could think of to aleviate it for a while. I feel all alone. I don't have anyone to go to. I only have a couple friends and none of them want to hear me talk about these things. If I try to bring it up it's just dismissed as "ew" or something and the subject is changed. I can't directly ask for help. I don't think I'd get it anyway. So I shoot up.
I was lucky the couple other times I slipped up; I didn't get hooked again. I doubt I will be so lucky a third time. I know I'll ruin everything. I'll be broke again, and maybe out of a home if my uncle finds out. Dave won't stay with me long if he knows I've been using again. I know all this yet I can't stop myself. Maybe I want to destroy myself. Having a decent life has been far more painful than I ever expected. I'm used to being in the gutter... I don't think I can deal with life outside it.
I was lucky the couple other times I slipped up; I didn't get hooked again. I doubt I will be so lucky a third time. I know I'll ruin everything. I'll be broke again, and maybe out of a home if my uncle finds out. Dave won't stay with me long if he knows I've been using again. I know all this yet I can't stop myself. Maybe I want to destroy myself. Having a decent life has been far more painful than I ever expected. I'm used to being in the gutter... I don't think I can deal with life outside it.