Need uppers
Jan. 14th, 2004 04:37 pm.
If I had speed I would do it just to induce a false sense of momentum and beat the desire to hide under my covers until the world just finally decides to up and self destruct. Though it may not actually fill me with enough chemically induced happy feelings to want to go out and participate in the world, it may make me so jittery and ancy that I coul not stay home.
I need rose colored goggles, the kind that wrap around your head covering all your vision in pretty rosey pinks without the slightest peripheral glance at drab reality.
Right now I just bury myself in alcohol or video games till all my world blurs into one big happy fuzzy ball. And thats not very productive for my existence. Its a bit more productive than when I try not to bury myself in escapism and instead and up in a not so happy fuzzy ball of hatred and loathing for the world and the moronic minions who dominate it.
Sometimes I envy the bouncy bimbos my life immitates when I go out to clubs at night and mercilessly deride all others, for as they say, ignorance is bliss. I try to pretend, I try to make myself stupid with chemicals. But the bliss never comes, and if does visit, it is fleeting at best.
Do street corner dealers sell Zanax?
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If I had speed I would do it just to induce a false sense of momentum and beat the desire to hide under my covers until the world just finally decides to up and self destruct. Though it may not actually fill me with enough chemically induced happy feelings to want to go out and participate in the world, it may make me so jittery and ancy that I coul not stay home.
I need rose colored goggles, the kind that wrap around your head covering all your vision in pretty rosey pinks without the slightest peripheral glance at drab reality.
Right now I just bury myself in alcohol or video games till all my world blurs into one big happy fuzzy ball. And thats not very productive for my existence. Its a bit more productive than when I try not to bury myself in escapism and instead and up in a not so happy fuzzy ball of hatred and loathing for the world and the moronic minions who dominate it.
Sometimes I envy the bouncy bimbos my life immitates when I go out to clubs at night and mercilessly deride all others, for as they say, ignorance is bliss. I try to pretend, I try to make myself stupid with chemicals. But the bliss never comes, and if does visit, it is fleeting at best.
Do street corner dealers sell Zanax?
.