I’m not Dysfunctional, Part LXXIX

I DEFINITELY need more drugs. Like, A LOT more. This “trapering” thing severely fucking sucks.

I do NOT like this. My fingers HURT. I NEED MORE DRUGS. MORE, DAMMIT.

My body HURTS. I need a bigger fix. Need one, must get one. MUST get one. This is utterly fucking RIDICULOUS.

Fuck, ow, it hurts. Owwwwwww

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Ok, then. I mean, not as bad but it still hurts, so much. I want more fentanyl. I want some morphine, again. I want at least some hydromorphone. I mean, I really NEED IT, like A LOT. It’s so good for me. It’s warm, and it loves me. The narcotics, I mean. I really need it, now. Badly. Need it, A LOT.

I seriously need more, very much so. I should get some, I need some, can’t think without it. Need it NOW.

Yes, oh yeah need it RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

Ok then, great!

It’s settled.

Ok, then.

Whew, lol.

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