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Fentanull
Member
- Nov 17, 2020
- 21
Since I got out of rehab, I;ve woken up 5 times now to someone having found me and fucking narcanned me. Nothing sucks quite like finally being gone from this shitty world just to be snatched back into this miserable goddamned world, instantaneously forced into the most intense withdrawals imaginable and a bunch of douchebag cops sitting around trying to get you to snitch on someone for selling you fentanyl. That's all anyone gives a fuck about is whether or not you can help them further their career by ratting on someone for "causing" you to put a pill up your nose that you intentionally and of your own accord put in your nose in the first place. I spent the last $10 to my name on a pill, just for some fucking stranger to call the ems on me and undo what very well could have finally been my fatal OD. I don't have anywhere to do the shit alone because I'm effectively homeless, I'm too pussy to jump in front of a train or a truck, can't afford a gun... Goddamn I just wanna be dead, dude- I don't have anything left in the gas tank and nothing is going to get better. I've spent 27 agonizing years on this earth being absolutely miserable, 20 of those years literally praying for death every day and I feel like there IS a God, and he's just fucking perched somewhere making damn sure I don't get to resolve this suffering no matter how endless and insurmountable it never ceases to be. I'm sorry for this post, I'm just venting at this point- but goddamn it sucks to spend the last dime you had to you had to your name just to feel better only to be yanked back and instantly MORE sick than you were in the first place... Fuck me.