I haven’t been blogging because… because of all this dumb shit that’s going on. The election, and other such nonsense.
Guys, they’re both controlled by THE SAME PEOPLE. Is that not obvious? And if it isn’t why isn’t it? Because it’s TRUE.
So, what the fuck ever.
In other, more important news, I’m still using of course. Just… not as much, and my fucking nerves are going HAYWIRE. It’s like, my system is going fucking crazy. I desperately need a hit, like right. NOW. Like, super, super desperately. I reeeeally need one, bad.
I’m just so, so TIRED. Overwhelmingly tired. Can’t move, can’t think. Can’t breathe. It’s fucking horrific. It’s death.
Oh God and the nausea, and the PAIN. It’s unreal… as usual.
It’s horrible, I need a hit and I’m getting one right after this.
So… whatevs. I don’t care. I swear to god one day I’m going to carve a swath of destruction here from one end of the continent to the other if this agony doesn’t stop. It’s monstrous.
Whatever. People don’t give a shit. I think I will again use Cady as an example here; if the bothers you, fuck off. Whoever you are- you don’t get to judge. Not me, you don’t. What I do is unique. It’s special, and you don’t understand it. So FUCK OFF.
Whatever. I spent some time going through her friends’ instas. Apparently Cady never was certified, I guess, based on the comments. But… that doesn’t matter. What matters is the shallowness of everything related to her after she died, of course. I mean, it’s like… I don’t get why… there wasn’t more, I don’t know, regret, or something. I don’t get it. I mean fuck, I didn’t even know her, and even I expressed more, publicly, with my real name, on youtube, insta or other places, than they did. Ungrateful fuckers.
I… don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t care. I mean, I didn’t know her know her, yeah? I mean, I knew her soul, yes, very much so, I knew her spirit, her energy, her… aura, what have you, extremely intimately, but… I… don’t know. I’m just angry, I guess.
Again, people. If I can get off of these drugs some day, I swear to god I’m going to… just… you know.
so THERE!
Fuckers.
God tho, at least I’m not screaming. Oof, how inhuman all of this is. So awful, so unfair, so brutal. Fentanyl addiction is death. Morphine addiction is death, and the two combined is… monstrous.
It’s just… help. Someone, pleeease, lol. I’m just so COLD. Freezing, biting, deathly cold. Horrifying and fearsome cold. Chills that stab all the way up my spine. Chills that pierce through my exposed skin and grab my soul freeze it in place.
God it HURTS. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Oh god it just hurts so much, lol. Won’t someone kill me? Please? Pleeease? Anything, really for an early death, here. ANYTHING.
I’m going to bed.