I don’t have much time before outpatient.
Not sure why I’m even going…
Not sure why I didn’t just kill myself, the way I said I would, if I ever fucked up, again…
That would certainly be easier than this.
Waking up to another f@cking failure…
Yesterday was awful, and then it got better. Late last night, I thought I’d be fine. I even f@cking promised I would be (God, I am such a lying piece of sh*t). But, laying in bed, I was seized by this God awful pain. It caught me off guard – it was so bad. Throbbing, pulsing, burning pain… so unbelievabl awful… the kind of thing that breaks down reason. (Not that I’m making excuses – pain or not, I’m still an asshole).
I didn’t taken enough to fuck myself up – just enough to take the edge off. When I made the call, I did ask for an amount that would have been sufficient. But, the person who kindly set it up for me, while I writhed around in pain, took half. (Probably for the best, as far as my welfare goes – certainly not the best for him).
Maybe I have been kidding myself.
I don’t deserve anyone’s help.
I should have bought enough, even accounting for some pilfering, to just put an end to all of this sh*t.
Okay, I stepped back for a minute – I am TRYING to calm down. To believe that I am still worth saving… or, that I ever was…
One night, and that small amount, it shouldn’t be enough to throw me off physically, at this point (meaning, I won’t go through actute withdrawal again, if I stop, now).
But, I wouldn’t blame anyone for giving up on me at this point. I’m starting to give up on myself.
I can’t believe I broke my word.
I’d actually convinced myself that I was different, somehow.
What a f@cking joke…
I need to stop this train of thought.
It’s getting away from me, very quickly.
I just, need to breathe…
And, trust…
And, try to stay calm.
Until I can manage something better than calm…
Oh yeah, and to everyone who’s been trying so hard to help me… you have no idea how sorry I am for letting you down. I feel like a waste of your time, right now. All apologies…
I”m sorry I”m such a voyeur…your writing is especially magical…there has got to be a resting place up ahead for you…hang on