I did it again last night (and all of the day). My justification (for buying 3 bags instead of the usual as of late 2) was that it was a "special occasion" because this guy I played with a few months back finally came back into town, and I remember him as being particularly fun. I was supposed to hook up with him about an hour after I picked up the goods, but he ended up hours late. That's okay, because we had a really good time. Needless to say, I did pretty much all of the first bag before he got there. However, I DID manage to control the amount very well until he got there. I could have EASILY finished 2 bags in the time it took for him to get here.
The night before, I thought I might be finally convinced to start a relationship with a guy & I was convinced that the one that came over last night was the one I wanted to start with. However, even while I was all fucked up last night, I did not feel it to be right. I don't think it was just him. I think I really need a relationship with a woman. It's a DAMN curse.
Anyway, the first guy was not enough. I still had more than a bag left by the time he left, so I found another guy. This one wanted me to go over there. After he told me he would pay for the cab, I accepted the offer. Again, he was very attractive and very fun in bed AND was turned on by the fact I was doing coke (bonus!). Again, I tried to see myself with him in a relationship & it did not "click".
I'm fortunate today that I'm not ridden with guilt & self-directed anger. I'm actually feeling quite good and happy today. It's one of those days where I stop and realize that I'm human, and have faults just like everyone else and that I KNOW I have much good in me as well. My roommate is working, so I'm cooking, playing music and smokin some bud. it's a good day!
mementos mori
3 years ago
2 comments:
Thanks for writing here. I am living through what you are living through, and it is so hard. At least we are not alone.
Poor girl.
I'll definitely pray for you.
Know what YOU can do
in the meantime??
trustNjesus.
Cya Upstairs...
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