Dark days. A week after a five day binge, payday was just another time to score. Burnt by a dealer getting rid of the last of his stock, 200 bucks down the drain. This of course meant I had to do it again, in junkie psychology, and so the next morning i scored as soon as i woke. I feel like my weekends are wasted when i spend them staring at the walls, and this just frustrates me further as I feel like I am at work all the time. Better that I go to work stoned and leave my weekends for straight time. I realise S and I have no future together if we keep using, but this forces me to choose between the dubious enjoyment of gabo and an ethereal emotion like love. Love? Ethereal?
Gotta get to the point where I can get paid and not score. Owe 2k body corporate fees hafta pay in 10 days. Did a few PC repair jobs this week, now I'm trying to get a new brochure done but gabo eats away at all my self confidence and self esteem. Where it once gave me powers now it takes away. Sick of all the ratfaces in the world, S depressed, hair twisting for a week. What is real?
Yolgnu Boy on TV, sad.