I'd like to say "Dammit, I just gave in to my addiction. I was doing so well!", but that didn't really happen. Yeah, I've been DXM-free for exactly a week and I had a shot of Zicam about 2 hours ago, but "giving in to my addiction" isn't the right way to put it.
I was just bored! I have nothing to god damn do.
I figured there was always hope when it came to people, but they aren't becoming more like me as I age, which is something I thought I could rely on. So yeah, that's what most takes up college kids' time, right? People?
You can forget that with me. What else is there? Drugs. Perfect for solo fun. I just wish I had some fucking healthier ones!
Anyway, the point is, I'm a really bored person. And forget hobbies, it's like I'm desensitized to life...
Oh, and I realize that earlier I'd kinda sworn off DXM for medical marijuana, but fuck it. Boredom is a form of pain, and I'm sick of it. The marijuana, if I even get it, will take forever to get here. I'm tired of waiting for something good to happen. I'm tired of showing fake smiles and kissing ass for what I want.
Just hook me up to a heroin IV drip for the rest of my life and I won't bother you.