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cry like a rainy day
Thankfully, the rain has stopped. Last night. Now, it's just motherfucking cold.
Last night, I had a dream that my sister was a druggie, and we were in the basement of our church satek. And she offered me a syringe, of heroin, and I took half of it. Then got her to inject some water because I felt sick. I saw people from my high school going to my church - Danny Chun, Jina Yi.
The worst experience I had with drugs had to be with weed. Probably because I tried numerous times, but not enough in a span of 2 years. I tried E once and threw up 4 times. I was never interested in drugs but when it's going around, I'd try it. So, weed and E. Well, the worst experience I had was when I took two drags of "high-quality, expensive hydro" and the whole world came crashing down on me. I went to the bathroom to take a piss. After I pee'd, I turned off the lights and was in the dark room outside the bathroom, crashed to the floor, just sat there for 5, 10 minutes, tried to figure out where the hell I was. I finally realized where I was and tried to walk to the other room, when I collasped inside the other room, and just sat there, shaking. I couldn't walk, or move my legs. Someone got me to the bed, and I was fine once I didn't have to move around. Or so I thought. I closed my eyes to sleep, and it was much better than walking around. But then I'd see shit coming at me at the corner of my eye. So I jerked abruptly, sharply, at least twice, and the last time was bad because I jerked my head so hard that I almost broke my boyfriend's nose. Then I got up to sleep on the living room couch. Weed sucks. Chris says that it's because I'm too uptight. *shrug* That feeling on your eyebrows, down to your nose...it feels like I'm frowning the whole time. No good. What I'd really like to know is why everyone else can smoke weed but not I.
I watched The Tuxedo the other night. Was it last night? Yeah, I watched it with ajji, after some pho. The movie wasn't that great. It was just, kinda blah, to be honest.
It's getting cold, and colder. I don't want to work.
I never knew Dial smelled so good. And sleeping on the right side of bed, near the wall, sucks.
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