The realization crept over me. My drugs are gone and my friends are few. How very insignificant we all are. Myself especially, I suppose.
He said I didn't deserve pleasure, in so many words. I refuse to agree with that. Everyone deserves pleasure, most especially those who are in such pain.
So now I am left to wonder where I will find relief. The day draws ever closer to my imminent withdrawal, and this one will be severe, of this much I am sure. This little stint has been, by far, the most consistent usage coupled with the most pure of substances.
I impose this upon myself. I could taper down, but this is something I need to get over with.
I feel like I will never make another friend. Those days are gone. I'm fortunate to have my family, I would die without them. I love them so fucking much. I still cannot help but feel sadness for the friends I will not make in the coming months and maybe years of my life. No one cares. I normally can amuse myself, but I must admit that is with the aid of narcotics.