I was a very functional drug abuser. I always showed up, maybe not all that coherent, but I still presented. I had to support my habits, ya know? I actually hid it very well for the most part. Except when it took one to know one, those ppl knew the tell tale signs, I hated that.

But I can't say I did drugs for some lofty sense of expanding my mind and on some kind of spiritual quest. My reasoning was far more no nonsense than that. Escapism. And being the person of extremes that I am, I should be dead for the amounts I would do or take in one fell swoop. I'm lucky to be alive. My intention wasn't to kill myself or hurt myself...I just couldn't get numb enough or escape to the level I was hoping for.
TgrsPurr. xo