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I'm so fucking sick of drugs.
So I got drunk Wednesday night, which led to me ordering Hex-en, which arrived Saturday. I fucking knew exactly what was going to happen. I stay up all night, sweaty, shaking, heart beating a mile minute.
And now it's 2pm, I've been sitting in the Wendy's parking lot for 4 hours now, because I can't be home around my family in this state. I've thrown out my drugs, again. (I haven't finished a bag of anything in over 6 months).
I'm probably just going to go home and pass the fuck out once this anxiety wears off... Another day wasted to comedowns/hangovers. Just god fucking dammit, man. God fucking dammit.