Do you have a lie you would like to come "clean" about? Or do you want to share part of your story to maybe save a life down the road? Now's your chance!

Hello!

First off let me begin by saying thank you for taking sometime to read this post and hopefully you can help me out! I am pursuing something that interests me a lot and would like for you to participate if you'd like. So long story short I've been trying to find my purpose or direction in this world and have been doing some self exploration. I recently celebrated my 90th day clean from my heroin and meth addiction. So to replace my old habit with something new, I have started learning new habits. Well one of the new habits I have started incorporating is meditation and trying to communicate with my inner soul/self. Well I believe I have the message I wanted to receive.

I have a passion to help others because when I can bring happiness to someone else it creates happiness for me. Well what I would like to do is write an eBook about lies that drug addicts have said before to obtain their fix or whatever they desired at the time. I want to include others stories and lies other than my own, so the story has a look into different addicts sharing the same disease. It's possibly away for some addicts to finally come clean about a lie they have said in the past. Not only is this away for addicts to get rid of some guilt they've been holding onto but for readers it might change their views on people with addictions.

I hope for this story to be raw material and anything allowed. This will make the story interesting and also show the way a addict goes above and behind to continue their addiction. So what I am asking is if you have a story you want to share about your experience or maybe of someone you now and would like to come "clean" about a lie or something you did but you weren't confident in telling anyone now is your chance! You can write about absolutely anything that you've encountered on your journey with addiction. This is a chance for people who don't know anything about addiction to see the world as we do, and maybe prevent someone from stepping onto this path we all are on.

If I get enough feedback from people in order to write this eBook, I will post a link for you all to have a chance to read it. One last thing I would like to add is if you wish for your story to be written as anonymous just include that at the end of your post. The way I want to structure this story is if it's a bunch of letters. So I would like to include a name or something for each story. It doesn't have to be your real name or your full name or you can use a screen name or whatever you want as your signature. Just include it at the end of your post or like I said you can stay anonymous. I hope by doing this maybe I can help other addicts like myself come "clean" about something they've done in the past. Not only is it away to fight this disease head on, but this eBook will be a chance to apologize because who we are during our addiction is not who we truly are. We are under the control of the disease and for some it's an easy thing to destroy for other's it's not. Thank you for your time and I hope you can help me!

Peace.Love.Unity.Respect Randy


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[12 Points] Dipheroin:

Alright well I never told anyone this but here goes. So back in my college days I was really stupid and impulsive right? So it was I think a Friday or Saturday and I was with some homeboys and we were just bored and looking for something to do. We find out there's this party going on that a bunch of people we knew was going to be there so we said fuck it let's go. Now back then all of us were heavy into drugs. We wanted to pregame a little before we went so we all started taking shots of vodka and doing a little girl. So we're all lose and having some fun getting ready to drive over there when my buddy Mikey pulls out some tabs. Normally I don't like to mix drinking and lsd but I think I was having a shitty week or something so I did it anyways. Probably had about 4 tabs. We all drop some tabs and head over to the party after doing a few more lines. It took us maybe 20 minutes to get to the house so I was starting to come up but not tripping completely yet or anything right. So we get here were doing our thing tripping balls having fun, smoking a little weed right and it's all good vibes. At one point we have a small little circle sesh going on smoking a blunt and someone mentions they have shrooms and if anyone wants some. I'm so fucked up at this point that I'm having a great time and just want to keep going to I say fuck yeah and get probably 3gs of shrooms from him and down those bitches. The lsd is still going now I'm tripping on shrooms added to that and it's just a world of nilistic fun. It gets to be about 2am and it's dying down and I'm outside smoking a square pretty much peaking when I start talking to this dude who looks out of it. I knew he was really fucked up but I didn't realize at the time it was probably h. But you know when you can just feel a weird aura off someone right. I got that off him and I just could place it why. This guy was smoking with me and he just kept leaning on his arms and then almost falling down, pretty much just nodding the fuck out. Pretty sure he burned a few holes in his pants. So we're talking and all of a sudden he just completely falls asleep unconscious. I'm like whatever that's cool but I'm tripping really hard at this point and an idea pops in my head. I got this really cool butterfly knife from my cus the other week right that I've been carrying around with me. I liked to practice all those stupid tricks you could do with it. Anyways I take my knife as this idea is forming into my head. Cut this dudes dick off and replace it with your own. I know it sounds completely fucking loco but at the time with all the shrooms and lsd it felt like my life's purpose was to do this, to be the first person with an interracial dick. So I get to work and it's not hard to cut it off cus this guy had a huge dick. This dude is bleeding like a motherfucker but luckily I'm going to college to be a registered nurse and I always carry around spare stuff to do stitches with. That cus one time my friend was tripping on lsd way too hard and had a bad trip and cut his arm off and I had to tourniquet that motherfucker when he almost bled out and I was like why don't I just carry this with me so I could just stich his arm back on and we would be good to go. That's a whole different story though. Anyways so this dude is bleeding like a pig still knocked out and I'm like shit I gotta get to work fast. So I quickly slice my own micro penis off and it didn't really hurt since I kept a cock ring on at almost all times and my dick was purple so I'm pretty sure the circulation was bad or something. Anyways so at this point I'm pretty sure the guy oded or bled out or something because he wasn't breathing. So I'm like shit what do I do want my penis so I ended up feeding it to the dog at the house. I'm thinking damn I don't want to bleed out like that other bitch so I sow his dick onto my pelvis and it's perfect. Looks like a fucking work of art. Now I'm still tripping extremely hard but I'm lucid enough to know this guy is dead and I need to get the fuck outta here before I catch a murder charge. So I hightail it the fuck outta there and make it back to my apartment miraculous in one piece. I feel asleep probably about an hour later and woke up fine. I never heard anything about the dead dude again so I figure I'm in the clear. But yeah that's how I have a black dudes dick. Feels good to get that off my chest. Oh and I did catch aids from him so that kinda sucks but you know we're not all meant to live forever only the lizard people.


[6 Points] AlpraKing:

I did not actually kill Quantik.

He is living an opulent life of hoes and cocaine on a Belize beach.


[6 Points] DNMthrowaway187:

I've got a real one for you.

Years ago, when I was at the height of my Opiate addiction, I was in the process of hitting absolute rock bottom. I was homeless, had been robbing people's garages to trade power tools for Morphine, stealing from my parents, and all kinds of awful shit.

One day, this guy I knew, who I knee to be a real piece of shit, talked me into coming with him to get some Dilaudid. He didn't give me any real detail, but gave the impression it was a legit deal.

So we show up at this dude's apartment and this guy opens the door to let us in. He's confined to a wheel chair. Had a debilitating painful disease that basically made him a quadrapalegic. He was constantly in enough pain that he was being prescribed Oxy 40s and Dilaudid 8s, like 4-8 of each a day. He had built up such a tolerance that even the Dilaudid wouldn't touch him, so he used to trade them for Heroin, which for some reason worked for him.

So I guess this shit head I was with had worked a deal to trade, and handed him what looked to be a couple bundles. While he was looking at them, he handed over the pills and set his bottle down on his table. He empties out a baddie and snorts it and just looks up with a blank look. It was apparently brown sugar or something similar, and while he started to complain, the shithead guy, who was like 6'4" and 250lbs just bitch slapped the kid and grabbed his bottles and ran out the door.

Dude in the wheel chair started screaming and balling, begging to get his shit back.....to no avail.

I hung my head and walked out the door.

I've never felt like a bigger piece of shit in my life. While it wasn't my intent for that to happen, there was no way I could explain that to him.

TL;DR I watched a very large man Bitch slap a quadrapalegic for his Opiates, and left as he screamed and cried.


[4 Points] None:

I'd just like to apologize to my friends and family for all the shit I've put them through over the years.


[2 Points] snitchfigga:

I stole my ex girlfriends, dead mother's wedding ring, pawned it for like $60, bought some dilaudid, shot them up and let the loan default. I still feel terrible about that. She ended up breaking up with me because I wouldn't stop stealing from her and using. I'm now 4 months off of the syringe and opiates, well besides for my 2mg suboxone. -Snitchfigga


[1 Points] None:

My dick isn't actually 9 inches long. But I still act as if. God damnit!


[1 Points] BlackGoatSemen:

Ooooohhhhhhhh no!!! You're *NOT" gonna fuck up my hustle!!!!!


[1 Points] None:

I peed in my roommate's milk.


[1 Points] Tonkaway:

I recently tried bars. Didn't know the shit was dosed so highly and ate two which I think was ~6mg. Also with no prior tolerance I barred out. My ex girlfriend came over and I cheated on my current girlfriend by fucking her. Woke up had no recollection of what happened except my ex in my arms and a condom wrapper on the table, and bite and Scratch marks on my neck. Worst thing is that my ex won't tell me what we did. And now I have a side girl but love them both equally and I hate myself for it.