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I gotta get clean. I can't keep almost fucking dying twice a week. I can't die on lauren, and I wouldn't ever be the same if she died on me. Why can't I just put down the needle? I don't know. I'm actually happy for the first time in years and I have no reason to use this shit to cope
after this bag is done, we are too hopefully
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I've never been as suicidal as I am now.
Every single time I shoot up, I pray to a god I don't believe in that the syringe will take me away.
I daydream of death, nod off into nothingness.
Yet every time I come back.
I swear I'm just gonna do a gram shot of some china white and fucking end it within the week.
The funny thing is, I have no reason to feel this way. I have a beautiful fiancee, wonderful friends, an exciting life. Everything should be peachy.
But I still am so tired. Exhausted. I haven't eaten in days, my hair is falling out, I'm lethargic. I know what whoever's reading this will think;
Stop doing heroin.
Well, I have no desire to get clean. I love the high. I love seeing my blood fill the syringe as I draw back. The warmth that my sweet opiate lover radiates through my soul.
Consider this a suicide note. I'm not sorry. Just tired.
#suicidl#suicida#depression#text post#junkie#heroin#dope#boy#addict#love#life#self#goodbye#so long and thanks for all the fish
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feeling.nothing never felt so lovely
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