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2017-05-04 at 5:54 PM UTCon fridday night can i dj plz
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2017-05-04 at 6:39 PM UTCphoenix/hts is your quintessential uptown girl
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2017-05-04 at 6:49 PM UTCim goign to idoit u canot do shit
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2017-05-04 at 8:32 PM UTC
Originally posted by Bill Krozby I look responsible though compared to malice, I don't feel the need to sport funky haircuts for attention or dress like im in the matrix, so I'm not really sure what you're talking about.
You look low class as fuck just from your face alone. Like Steve-O. No matter how well he dresses, you always know he was a fucking drug addict. Plus you've got those godawful tattoos, and the way you talk. God. How do you live with yourself? -
2017-05-04 at 8:46 PM UTC
Originally posted by Discount Whore You look low class as fuck just from your face alone. Like Steve-O. No matter how well he dresses, you always know he was a fucking drug addict. Plus you've got those godawful tattoos, and the way you talk. God. How do you live with yourself?
the butt hurt never ever ends from the coward that wont show his coward low-class face.
No amount of tye dye t-shirts (and cargo shorts on a motorcycle) in the world would ever make you and your buttboi ever cool so get over it
and by the way stevo is way better than you, at least he's not a pussy
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2017-05-04 at 8:49 PM UTCAnd by the way stevo doesn't even dress well he dresses like a 12 year old skateboarder.. I don't see why you're bringing stevo into this.. your argument is weak-sauce!
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2017-05-04 at 9 PM UTCcrov claims irish herattage buyt he is a secret jedi
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2017-05-04 at 9:36 PM UTC
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2017-05-04 at 9:41 PM UTCYou're not so alone as you think you are - I've been there, too. At one point I was mixing large doses of Klonopin with what must have been liters of vodka, at my peak. More nights than I can count, I went to sleep neither knowing nor caring if I'd even wake up. Because my clonazepam was prescribed, it was inevitable that my supply would be gone weeks before a refill could be authorized. One week passed, after running out, and withdrawal set in. Immediately after the first seizure, I was blessed with an unusual but serendipitous affability. This pleasant state of mind persisted even after leaving the ER. Twelve hours later, another seizure put me right back in. At first, they wanted to discharge me with a script for more benzos, to interrupt my withdrawal until I could get more prescribed. Upon the insistence of their psychiatrist, however, I was admitted to the neurology unit. There I spent three days (my birthday was one of them), confined to a boulder they called my bed, on a cocktail of IV anticonvulsants that made me dry heave every hour.
I was and am still of the opinion that this arrangement was wrought by profit-seeking leeches, sucking dry the teat of my HMO coverage, but I had agreed to stay because it comforted my mother. When I left, they told me I'd have to take Depakote or that I'd have another seizure. It sapped me of all feeling except for rage. I wanted to lash out at everyone: the doctors, my family, and even my fucking cat. My hair started falling out and it clogged my drain; I had piss-colored, hairy water all over my bathtub for weeks. I started getting acne everywhere: my neck, my ears, and all over my back. Diarrhea became an hourly occurrence. I would lose blocks of memory and would often have to rely on family to recount many of my actions.
All I could do was ruminate. Every second of every day I spent pitying myself for the unfairness of my situation. To say I was worth anything to anybody would be a farce. And the worst of it is how it's affected my parents. Watching me seize, almost losing their son, who are the most loving and supportive people I know in this world. Every day, they root for me, after all that I've put them through. I will never, ever be relieved of the guilt that I feel for having done this to them. They are the reason I'm trying to keep my body clean now.
Please, OP, be grateful that you haven't hurt anybody like that, and please, for your sake, reach out to people. Malice, I've known you for years now and I know it's just a message board, but I can tell very clearly that you have a lot to offer in a friendship.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-05-04 at 9:45 PM UTC
Originally posted by bling bling crov claims irish herattage buyt he is a secret jedi
I claim both irish and hispanic, though I will admit I've tried to pass myself off as a jedi before and it didn't work, I once went to a resteraunt with my jedi friend berry to a hebrew resteraunt and I put on a pair of those tiny jedi glasses jedis wear, and my friend got pissed and told me to take them off that nobody will believe me
I even have a profile on jedidate.com and actually got hit up by a bunch of girls but I couldnt respond to them because you have to pay to message people back... what kind of retard jedi pays for a dating site lol -
2017-05-04 at 9:52 PM UTCmy mom was also 1/18 cherokee indian you gontz
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2017-05-04 at 9:54 PM UTCnobody gives a shitThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-05-04 at 9:54 PM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick You're not so alone as you think you are - I've been there, too. At one point I was mixing large doses of Klonopin with what must have been liters of vodka, at my peak. More nights than I can count, I went to sleep neither knowing nor caring if I'd even wake up. Because my clonazepam was prescribed, it was inevitable that my supply would be gone weeks before a refill could be authorized. One week passed, after running out, and withdrawal set in. Immediately after the first seizure, I was blessed with an unusual but serendipitous affability. This pleasant state of mind persisted even after leaving the ER. Twelve hours later, another seizure put me right back in. At first, they wanted to discharge me with a script for more benzos, to interrupt my withdrawal until I could get more prescribed. Upon the insistence of their psychiatrist, however, I was admitted to the neurology unit. There I spent three days (my birthday was one of them), confined to a boulder they called my bed, on a cocktail of IV anticonvulsants that made me dry heave every hour.
I was and am still of the opinion that this arrangement was wrought by profit-seeking leeches, sucking dry the teat of my HMO coverage, but I had agreed to stay because it comforted my mother. When I left, they told me I'd have to take Depakote or that I'd have another seizure. It sapped me of all feeling except for rage. I wanted to lash out at everyone: the doctors, my family, and even my fucking cat. My hair started falling out and it clogged my drain; I had piss-colored, hairy water all over my bathtub for weeks. I started getting acne everywhere: my neck, my ears, and all over my back. Diarrhea became an hourly occurrence. I would lose blocks of memory and would often have to rely on family to recount many of my actions.
All I could do was ruminate. Every second of every day I spent pitying myself for the unfairness of my situation. To say I was worth anything to anybody would be a farce. And the worst of it is how it's affected my parents. Watching me seize, almost losing their son, who are the most loving and supportive people I know in this world. Every day, they root for me, after all that I've put them through. I will never, ever be relieved of the guilt that I feel for having done this to them. They are the reason I'm trying to keep my body clean now.
Please, OP, be grateful that you haven't hurt anybody like that, and please, for your sake, reach out to people. Malice, I've known you for years now and I know it's just a message board, but I can tell very clearly that you have a lot to offer in a friendship.
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2017-05-04 at 9:56 PM UTC
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2017-05-04 at 9:58 PM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick You're not so alone as you think you are - I've been there, too. At one point I was mixing large doses of Klonopin with what must have been liters of vodka, at my peak. More nights than I can count, I went to sleep neither knowing nor caring if I'd even wake up. Because my clonazepam was prescribed, it was inevitable that my supply would be gone weeks before a refill could be authorized. One week passed, after running out, and withdrawal set in. Immediately after the first seizure, I was blessed with an unusual but serendipitous affability. This pleasant state of mind persisted even after leaving the ER. Twelve hours later, another seizure put me right back in. At first, they wanted to discharge me with a script for more benzos, to interrupt my withdrawal until I could get more prescribed. Upon the insistence of their psychiatrist, however, I was admitted to the neurology unit. There I spent three days (my birthday was one of them), confined to a boulder they called my bed, on a cocktail of IV anticonvulsants that made me dry heave every hour.
I was and am still of the opinion that this arrangement was wrought by profit-seeking leeches, sucking dry the teat of my HMO coverage, but I had agreed to stay because it comforted my mother. When I left, they told me I'd have to take Depakote or that I'd have another seizure. It sapped me of all feeling except for rage. I wanted to lash out at everyone: the doctors, my family, and even my fucking cat. My hair started falling out and it clogged my drain; I had piss-colored, hairy water all over my bathtub for weeks. I started getting acne everywhere: my neck, my ears, and all over my back. Diarrhea became an hourly occurrence. I would lose blocks of memory and would often have to rely on family to recount many of my actions.
All I could do was ruminate. Every second of every day I spent pitying myself for the unfairness of my situation. To say I was worth anything to anybody would be a farce. And the worst of it is how it's affected my parents. Watching me seize, almost losing their son, who are the most loving and supportive people I know in this world. Every day, they root for me, after all that I've put them through. I will never, ever be relieved of the guilt that I feel for having done this to them. They are the reason I'm trying to keep my body clean now.
Please, OP, be grateful that you haven't hurt anybody like that, and please, for your sake, reach out to people. Malice, I've known you for years now and I know it's just a message board, but I can tell very clearly that you have a lot to offer in a friendship.
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2017-05-04 at 10 PM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick I'm 18-24, why?
Just because you've mentioned you were in college awhile back and I didn't know if it had to do with college drinking when you went through that or if it had something to do with not being in college like malice and I (im 29 and didn't start drinking heavily until resent, I had a seizure last summer from not drinking)
I've never been in school for an extended period of time where binge drinking was part of the culture, not saying that it was for you but I can only assume so thats why I was asking. -
2017-05-04 at 10:02 PM UTCdident even wont to take 2 bars but 1 wosnt doign enuf and 1.5 wosnt doing anoff so am finishing yp the other half adn not taking none for 24 hrs buyt i gonna take lods of tekh and dj for tc before that 24 hrs os over IF YGMe FAM
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2017-05-04 at 10:03 PM UTC
Originally posted by Bill Krozby Just because you've mentioned you were in college awhile back and I didn't know if it had to do with college drinking when you went through that or if it had something to do with not being in college like malice and I (im 29 and didn't start drinking heavily until resent, I had a seizure last summer from not drinking)
I've never been in school for an extended period of time where binge drinking was part of the culture, not saying that it was for you but I can only assume so thats why I was asking.
I'm back at school for my degree after being in the workforce for some time; I'm not involved in campus nightlife in the least. My excessive drinking and drug use was a matter of personal vice, rather than social.
Tell me, what was your experience like in withdrawing and seizing?
