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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice. If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. Losers.... Who really loses? Am I a loser because he happens to be one of the smartest guys I know? Of all the guys I've dated, he accepts me into his life fully and completely. I coould be Ms. perfect, where are the men who appreciate me and want to have nice families, treat me with respect, I have have a brain that deserves a voice. Life is just so plainly evident to us. The sex was good before the drugs and pyscho drama when we were children. It's like peter pan. We never need to grow up. Just fade and die. Decide if and when we want to be old. He is the smartest guy you know? You can not really believe this? I am sure he accepts you, I think he would accept anyone...people with this type of problem just doesn't really care about anyone BUT themselves!! You end up with this guy, you are going to be in a mess. What is so great about drugs? Can you not really face reality, is life really so bad that you have to drown it out with drugs? I just don't get people like you!! The sad part is this...when you die, people are going to think..well thats one less loser we have to deal with!! Trust me, I know how people feel when someone dies from a drug overdose. It kills the family but it doesn't bother anyone else. I find you very selfish!! People that do this type of crap, have no clue to what life is all about!! ![]() |
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I think drug use is okay, but to a point. If you are so out of control you beat your wife when you drink, ETC... then you have a problem. I would not marry anyone who has an addiction which requires a needle. Marijuana on the other hand I don't care because the drug is soft, meaning that the drug has a low risk of effects if used wisely, and timed. I agree with the dutch when it comes to the point: If nobody is causing a problem and they are doing it then all is well, but if there is a problem then something needs to be done.
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I just want to tell him, go be a real junkie. Hang with a band of users and do it the real way. No more hiding hypodermics under your granite countertop and your double door double seat name brand bathroom and gem inlaid coffee table, silk lampshade, you're like private practice. If I'm going to join him in life until death do us part, we're going to pretend it's so elegant and savory to rattle and dive. I'm telling him I want to be a full scale full blown addict. I will not care what we or our house looks like. Isn't that the point of living free? I tell you, that's his true insanity. Tea time and pretend. I'm game for the high, the lulling to sleep whatever death we reap. We've been perfect for one another since the day we met. Sweetheart childhood love. I just ask for some semblance of authenticity. I'm tired of dating all his friends. He says we'll be clean by the time we're 48. I keep saying I'm ready to crash. Losers.... Who really loses? Am I a loser because he happens to be one of the smartest guys I know? Of all the guys I've dated, he accepts me into his life fully and completely. I coould be Ms. perfect, where are the men who appreciate me and want to have nice families, treat me with respect, I have have a brain that deserves a voice. Life is just so plainly evident to us. The sex was good before the drugs and pyscho drama when we were children. It's like peter pan. We never need to grow up. Just fade and die. Decide if and when we want to be old. He is the smartest guy you know? You can not really believe this? I am sure he accepts you, I think he would accept anyone...people with this type of problem just doesn't really care about anyone BUT themselves!! You end up with this guy, you are going to be in a mess. What is so great about drugs? Can you not really face reality, is life really so bad that you have to drown it out with drugs? I just don't get people like you!! The sad part is this...when you die, people are going to think..well thats one less loser we have to deal with!! Trust me, I know how people feel when someone dies from a drug overdose. It kills the family but it doesn't bother anyone else. I find you very selfish!! People that do this type of crap, have no clue to what life is all about!! ![]() everyone else! everyone else! everyone else! everyone else! It is normal to be somewhat self-centered. Most are so self centered in fact that they can carry on when others die. Are people being selfish when they shop at walmart. Are they being selfish when they eat, when they drive through at Wendys. Only we know how to help ourselves. |
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I think drug use is okay, but to a point. If you are so out of control you beat your wife when you drink, ETC... then you have a problem. I would not marry anyone who has an addiction which requires a needle. Marijuana on the other hand I don't care because the drug is soft, meaning that the drug has a low risk of effects if used wisely, and timed. I agree with the dutch when it comes to the point: If nobody is causing a problem and they are doing it then all is well, but if there is a problem then something needs to be done. For some drugs are used by choice to lessen life. |
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Hey you buy the bag and i'll boot it,
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When I grow up I want to date a junkie. Whoo Hoo!
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Chronicles of a junkie relationship:
I show up. He's running around shirtless in the front and back yards pulling weeds talking with neighbors. We're inside. I watch him fasten a band round his arm. He has prepped needles. He tries giving me one. I'm still using my nose. We've showered and dressed. I've vomited once or twice. I like projectile fluid. I feel empty and still. I am his doll. He is kind to me. I smell his neck. I kiss his shoulder. I am happy he speaks to me. He holds my hand as we walk. Life is simple and plain. Love leads our actions and words. He takes me to a restaurant. I am not hungry and I'm satisfied with this. I vomit twice more. He orders for us painstakingly exactly what I'd want. Arm in arm we walk and talk around the shops. He fixes my plate. I experience love and warmth without eating. I vomit again in the reataurant bathroom. It is effortless and graceful. He speaks to everyone. I am happy he is in control and so kind and caring to me. It is time to go. I vomit again in the grass. He never watches. It never happened. We pick up fancy chocolates for his parents. I am light and happy as we stop for a visit. He fills cups of drink when we are home. I am tired and thankful I will sleep. He is wanting attention. His therapist said intercourse is not best for me unless we are married. I am pleased with her assessment and his acceptance of this. I give him oral. It is my moment of control. I try to enjoy the sensual. I will be hungry when the drug wears thin. I will sleep. I will drool. I will be motionless til he tells me awake. He will toil and trouble cause thats what he does with his drive to be man. I am slow and empty. I am satisfied with kindness. I seek the numbing high. I don't mind the vomit. I came to him with itches I could not scratch, with visions and thoughts I could not control, a racing in my heart and mind. He doesn't mind to say, I've had a hard time. |
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That sounds hellaciously vile and I'd rather commit suicide than live that way. Are you an imbecile?
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That sounds hellaciously vile and I'd rather commit suicide than live that way. Are you an imbecile? NO, I'm half dead and smart enough to know any girl wearing that much eyeliner during the day is looking to suck way too much cum. What is an imbecile? |
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What does eyeliner have anything to do with anything?????
Go look it up, the word imbecile. You can work your google button, yes? |
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hideous is as hideous does. this is beginning to sound like a psychotic dream only i know its really happening. wheres patrick bateman when you need him.
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