i can feel the life running through my veins again

1. 2019-06-26 at 5:12 PM UTC

   #21
   

   toz African Astronaut
   Also OG, regardless if we playfully razz each other (or whatever it is) on tinychat.. I am here to listen to anything that bothers you. maybe one day we can hang out and hit the club scene in the Yoch. we can drag Luigi along. But My ex is in that area. and I'm trying to avoid it for now.
   
   yet if you come up to the bay area we can frequent the City, maybe see a band at one of the clubs in the SoMa just let me know when you're up here visiting.
2. 2019-06-26 at 5:49 PM UTC

   #22
   

   Octavian motherfucker

   Originally posted by OG_GREENPLASTIC_JOHNSON_III I remember back in like January/February (and many months before that) I would be always feeling like shit from Crouton and have so little energy I'd need to just space out and stare at nothing so that I could concentrate at all afterwards and I'd always be irritated or pissed off. It took a shitload of effort to do anything physical. I didn't even have the energy to crave sex or food at all and it was like my dick just wouldn't really work. Now I've been off the shit since March 12th (and two weeks taper before that), spent the time going through a terrible breakup and working out and eating well despite having a few little slipups with stims.
   
   But today, I just crushed a decent workout for like the 3rd day in a row after sleeping 8 hours and I still have an above average amount of energy with my dick randomly getting hard from time to time. Got a haircut so I look clean cut, my eyes are bright again and my skin is clear. The ego that my mind built out of necessity to justify the meth and the opiates and the drugs and the shitty relationship is falling off hard, like every 12 hours I feel like a new person damn near. ANNDDDD I found out the financial constraints that I thought were keeping me here are actually manageable in such a way that it's not holding me back anymore.
   
   I'm gonna stick around here for a few more months while I tie up the last few loose ends, probably fuck some girl from work or two (the rest of the faggots there judge because I've done this before but they're really all just bitter cafe dipshits so I'll do it to spite them, fuck them let them die hating) then go start a new life.

   
   Keep it up m8. I enjoy transition stories from junkies to 9-5 responsible gonts.
   
   It'll be good to have the normal lives we always thought boring. To look back and think, fuck, I survived.