StudioExcréments
Dont do drugs
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noob WTF I ACCIDENT PRESSED THE LAST PAGE SAMSUNG BUTTON WHERE IS MY FUCKING WALL OF METHED UP RAMBLING SNCA LIFE UPDATE what ever i guess ima do a list.
-huh idk memory holes
-i went on a date with aspie clock girl (idk if i had mentioned her here b4 tbh) idk maybe it was after Christmas but who cares.
-my mom found my dad's needle in the dryer geg. She instantly asks my brother if it was his needle (never even did cocaine in his life like yeah he did molly but bro never shot anything in his veins b4 like tf was my mom thinking) then after being told no, she searches my room and thank God i allways keep everything on me she would have died if she found my meth or the pipe but she did find a pill bottle i used as a mortar to crush bupropion pills (amphetamine/kathinone used as an antidepressant and a anti snoking aid) which i would snort (the clock girl gave them to me meaning we had that date b4 Christmas also she had a script but was'nt taking them anymore since it did help her with her sleep disorder/depression and felt they would be more useful up my nose than in a garbage). Christmas sucked ass tbh, my dad was nodding out and his severe knee pain magically disapeared, i felt like killimg him but it was funny when he asked my mom (she had'nt told him abt her discovery, he had no clue we all knew he was using) if she wanted him to drive like it made me realise what happened when i was a kid a d we had a car crash because fell asleep while driving. I confronted him leading him to get pissed and tell me and my brother that he was 6 months sober and my mom had found a needle he got from a stash he coincidentaly remembered existed on Christmas however the problem is his stash was in a room i and 2 uncles had demolished (the wood was rotten which pissed me off since i had noticed within my first hour of that house however nobody took me seriously until those renovations whem they all realised how extensively rotten the wood in that room truely was) before renovating, now not only did he lie about the origin of the needle he also claimed he was washing it and lost it. I felt like pointing out the impossibility of that stash having somehow not been discovered during the renovations or asking him how come he took 3 showers, had brownish heroin eyes, was able to walk faster than everybody other than me and my brother despite his knee, why was he suddenly happy, why he was acting well he did i a good job at hiding it but i had noticed how he seemed a bit more uncoordinated or how he spent the whole time on the porch watching his phone interacting with NO ONE yet pointed out the most unremarkable shit ever about like cars that drove by and acting in a generally abnormal way but i know it's pointless to argue with an addict about his drug use so i simply looked at him and well just continued ahead with my brother as we shrugged off his pathetic lies. I had no opportunity to smoke meth so lacking privacy i decided that my brother would likely not snitched so i just used my coat to make a wall between us to atleast not just straight smoke meth in his face while also not caring much if he did get curious about why i did that or why he could hear my torch, he reacted badly as he did not like that our dad had been shooting up and his brother was smoking meth. Gifts were cool, wont name em since well facebook but huh yeah ever since ive been making outdoor fires with my brother for fun, while the best was from both my parents i do believe the best gift from an individual was funny enough my dad who kinda ruined the night had gotten me and my brother a photo album of our pets, i know it sounds lame but he clearly went above and beyond to get pictures that were not only full of beautiful memories of... wow im thinking about how much i loved that cat and God... i mlss her so much she was the only thing that stopped me from killing myself as an early teen, i have the image of her corpse stuck in my head she had barelt eaten for a month and the last thing she did was sit on my lap before getting up to go sleep, she died peacefully in the morning shortly after waking up, God i miss her so much and i still wonder if adopting that kitten who'm she hated so much (litterally traumatised him into being somewhat anti social) was the reason her liver stopped working, if the stress of living with another cat who was trying so hard to befriend her was the reason she died... i remember i blamed him but she really was a bitch i dont think she like anyone other than me so i know i can only blame nature or my own stupidity for thinking she would'nt just get pissed off (she straight spent like a week hissing nonstop unless i was petting her before going down a notch and just hissing if he was in the same room. Tbh i went off track but yeah the photo was album was a really good gift it can both make me cry and feel loved just by thinking of dead cat and the animals who were/are part of my life.
-new years was boring i decided to not get drunk with a bunch of moronic cousins at the family party where i would have to talk to a million boomers about how tall i became since i was 5 also when my dad is'nt the DJ they just put the same shitty fucking playlist of pop songs they play every year since idfk.
- might have been b4 newyear but my dad finnally stopped lying abt being sober or what ever, he had a very short withdrawal but tbh he clearly had'nt used long enough to get too addicted since while he was grumpy and sick he did'nt start yelling at everyone over some minor inconvenenience.
-meth meth meth meth idk if anything happened in between that and the last 3 days.
-Clock aspie and i tried going on 3 different dates but her as of yet still unkown sleep disorder means we sadly could not as for like 2 weeks as of writing she can barely get out of bed due to her being constantly sleepy and energyless, this is'nt helped by the insomnia that she gets during those episodes along with the little sleep she not making feel any less tired.
-i was scratching at my beard so much that i had bald patches in my beard so i shaved it off keeping nothing but the mustache.
-my days consist of smoking meth, being a janitor (at home and according to my paycheck at work but it's still just putting food in boxes depending on the category) and watching House in the basement while playing sudoku or scrabble and talking to internet strangers. and aspie clock girl.
-huh idk memory holes
-i went on a date with aspie clock girl (idk if i had mentioned her here b4 tbh) idk maybe it was after Christmas but who cares.
-my mom found my dad's needle in the dryer geg. She instantly asks my brother if it was his needle (never even did cocaine in his life like yeah he did molly but bro never shot anything in his veins b4 like tf was my mom thinking) then after being told no, she searches my room and thank God i allways keep everything on me she would have died if she found my meth or the pipe but she did find a pill bottle i used as a mortar to crush bupropion pills (amphetamine/kathinone used as an antidepressant and a anti snoking aid) which i would snort (the clock girl gave them to me meaning we had that date b4 Christmas also she had a script but was'nt taking them anymore since it did help her with her sleep disorder/depression and felt they would be more useful up my nose than in a garbage). Christmas sucked ass tbh, my dad was nodding out and his severe knee pain magically disapeared, i felt like killimg him but it was funny when he asked my mom (she had'nt told him abt her discovery, he had no clue we all knew he was using) if she wanted him to drive like it made me realise what happened when i was a kid a d we had a car crash because fell asleep while driving. I confronted him leading him to get pissed and tell me and my brother that he was 6 months sober and my mom had found a needle he got from a stash he coincidentaly remembered existed on Christmas however the problem is his stash was in a room i and 2 uncles had demolished (the wood was rotten which pissed me off since i had noticed within my first hour of that house however nobody took me seriously until those renovations whem they all realised how extensively rotten the wood in that room truely was) before renovating, now not only did he lie about the origin of the needle he also claimed he was washing it and lost it. I felt like pointing out the impossibility of that stash having somehow not been discovered during the renovations or asking him how come he took 3 showers, had brownish heroin eyes, was able to walk faster than everybody other than me and my brother despite his knee, why was he suddenly happy, why he was acting well he did i a good job at hiding it but i had noticed how he seemed a bit more uncoordinated or how he spent the whole time on the porch watching his phone interacting with NO ONE yet pointed out the most unremarkable shit ever about like cars that drove by and acting in a generally abnormal way but i know it's pointless to argue with an addict about his drug use so i simply looked at him and well just continued ahead with my brother as we shrugged off his pathetic lies. I had no opportunity to smoke meth so lacking privacy i decided that my brother would likely not snitched so i just used my coat to make a wall between us to atleast not just straight smoke meth in his face while also not caring much if he did get curious about why i did that or why he could hear my torch, he reacted badly as he did not like that our dad had been shooting up and his brother was smoking meth. Gifts were cool, wont name em since well facebook but huh yeah ever since ive been making outdoor fires with my brother for fun, while the best was from both my parents i do believe the best gift from an individual was funny enough my dad who kinda ruined the night had gotten me and my brother a photo album of our pets, i know it sounds lame but he clearly went above and beyond to get pictures that were not only full of beautiful memories of... wow im thinking about how much i loved that cat and God... i mlss her so much she was the only thing that stopped me from killing myself as an early teen, i have the image of her corpse stuck in my head she had barelt eaten for a month and the last thing she did was sit on my lap before getting up to go sleep, she died peacefully in the morning shortly after waking up, God i miss her so much and i still wonder if adopting that kitten who'm she hated so much (litterally traumatised him into being somewhat anti social) was the reason her liver stopped working, if the stress of living with another cat who was trying so hard to befriend her was the reason she died... i remember i blamed him but she really was a bitch i dont think she like anyone other than me so i know i can only blame nature or my own stupidity for thinking she would'nt just get pissed off (she straight spent like a week hissing nonstop unless i was petting her before going down a notch and just hissing if he was in the same room. Tbh i went off track but yeah the photo was album was a really good gift it can both make me cry and feel loved just by thinking of dead cat and the animals who were/are part of my life.
-new years was boring i decided to not get drunk with a bunch of moronic cousins at the family party where i would have to talk to a million boomers about how tall i became since i was 5 also when my dad is'nt the DJ they just put the same shitty fucking playlist of pop songs they play every year since idfk.
- might have been b4 newyear but my dad finnally stopped lying abt being sober or what ever, he had a very short withdrawal but tbh he clearly had'nt used long enough to get too addicted since while he was grumpy and sick he did'nt start yelling at everyone over some minor inconvenenience.
-meth meth meth meth idk if anything happened in between that and the last 3 days.
-Clock aspie and i tried going on 3 different dates but her as of yet still unkown sleep disorder means we sadly could not as for like 2 weeks as of writing she can barely get out of bed due to her being constantly sleepy and energyless, this is'nt helped by the insomnia that she gets during those episodes along with the little sleep she not making feel any less tired.
-i was scratching at my beard so much that i had bald patches in my beard so i shaved it off keeping nothing but the mustache.
-my days consist of smoking meth, being a janitor (at home and according to my paycheck at work but it's still just putting food in boxes depending on the category) and watching House in the basement while playing sudoku or scrabble and talking to internet strangers. and aspie clock girl.
