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kinkyrose1212

:: 2011 30 April :: 12.14pm
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: Invisble Fangs

children
Today I spent some time with an awesome eight year old. She drew me a garden in my journal.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2011 29 April :: 10.44am
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: Invisible Fangs

drugs
Whatever the consequences, whatever ill befalls me, I love drugs. Smoking weed is good to chill out, cough pills are essentially good for nothing but are amazing for making you feel wild and out there. They make you believe that there are new universes to be explored. They remind me of two summers ago, especially with the nice weather, when Goose was still alive but more importantly when Bri was still around. She wasn't always fun to hang out with, but she was very generous with her car and shared her cigarettes with me as we drove around tripping and listening to her awesome taste in music. These days, with Corey and Goose gone, there is Steven, a very great friend and lover that I spend most of my time with. He works two days a week at a donut shop and loves his job. There is also Jamie, the first love of my life, in Worcester who I fool around with when he's drunk. He now gets money from doing grand jury duty and he buys me little things when he can. Recently, I got back in touch with an old friend David who said he would speak to me, but I unfortunately haven't heard from him much.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2011 29 April :: 10.44am
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: Invisible Fangs

drugs
Whatever the consequences, whatever ill befalls me, I love drugs. Smoking weed is good to chill out, cough pills are essentially good for nothing but are amazing for making you feel wild and out there. They make you believe that there are new universes to be explored. They remind me of two summers ago, especially with the nice weather, when Goose was still alive but more importantly when Bri was still around. She wasn't always fun to hang out with, but she was very generous with her car and shared her cigarettes with me as we drove around tripping and listening to her awesome taste in music. These days, with Corey and Goose gone, there is Steven, a very great friend and lover that I spend most of my time with. He works two days a week at a donut shop and loves his job. There is also Jamie, the first love of my life, in Worcester who I fool around with when he's drunk. He now gets money from doing grand jury duty and he buys me little things when he can. Recently, I got back in touch with an old friend David who said he would speak to me, but I unfortunately haven't heard from him much.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2011 28 February :: 2.14pm
:: Mood: pissed off
:: Music: The Killers

DRUGS
I am SO fucking pissed off right now. Last night I took a bunch of Percocet and my mom said that at least it wasn't Robotussin. Then today I mention that I want some weed and she tells me that I shouldn't be smoking it because it's " keeping me hooked on something. " I should have remembered to never talk to my parents about drugs. But I need to, you know? There's no one else around and I'm supposed to be able to talk to them about anything. What I want to know is when the hell anyone ever heard me say that I WANT to quit drugs. WHEN!?! I've never fucking said that it's just always been other people telling me that I " HAVE " to. Yes, I know I'm a fucking drug addict but I LIKE IT. I have fun that way and it makes me feel better. Not to mention, whether or not I'm taking the drugs I want to, I'm hooked on something anyway because I still have to take my prescribed drugs. Why is it okay just because these drugs were recommended by some other asshole? I know they're helping me and I don't really feel the desire to stop taking them, but it's NOT FAIR. If I'm being told that I have to take these drugs why the fuck can't I take the drugs I actually WANT to!?! I told my parents I wasn't going to quit weed and the only real reason I'm not doing Robotussin is because I need a place to stay and I'm being respectful. But to me, that's not a sufficient reason to not take drugs. It should be me choosing to stop because I don't like the way they're affecting me. You know what, though? Each time I've slipped into psychosis with the aid of Robotussin, I'VE ENJOYED IT. So, tell me, why the fuck should I quit drugs if I don't fucking want to? Because it will lead me to a more happy and fulfilling life? No matter what kind of life I lead or how it appears to anyone else, I'm still going to fucking die so why can't I live the lifestyle I choose? Sometimes I feel like I would rather keep doing drugs even if it kills me! What the hell do I care? It's what I like to do and I shouldn't have to stop doing it just so other people can feel better about me. FUCK!!!

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2011 9 February :: 6.21pm
:: Mood: nerdy
:: Music: Randomness

REHAB
I just got out of rehab and I'm willing to rejoin the world. I am nervous, though, because I don't want to screw anything up and I know what could happen. For now, I'm going to NA and rolling with the punches. Please leave messages of support for drug addicts!

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2011 21 January :: 7.54am
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: Bush

At a Loss
I really miss the days of high school, for many different reasons, the most prominent one right now being that back then I had so much to say. If I wasn't coming on here every day to expound on my thoughts and feelings, I certainly spent many an hour writing in my physical journal. I felt like what I wrote mattered and I actually felt smart. These days, I have lost confidence in my writing and I've lost the context in which to write. I screwed up college twice, so that's out of the picture ( at least for right now ) and what is there to write in my journal when I do the same thing every God damned day? The last time I was really on a writing streak was when I was doing drugs and hanging out with Gustavo and Brianna all the time. This somewhat leads me to the conclusion that I should take up tripping as a regular activity again. But even using drugs isn't the same anymore. That's another thing about high school and that time period of my life; taking drugs was still new to me. Each time I tripped it was a profound experience even though I wasn't doing it too much then. Smoking pot was still an activity that made me and my friends giddy, feeling the excitement of doing something that our parents didn't know about the was illegal. We used to seek out parking lots without cameras where no one was likely to see us when we wanted to smoke. Now we smoke bowls while we're in the middle of rush hour traffic, on the highway, pretty much everywhere. It's more convenient this way, but it's lost some of it's charm. Throw into that mix the fact that for a couple of years I've been smoking pot almost every day and the nostalgia is gone. I will admit, however, that when I began smoking pot, I did like it, but it was still a bit disappointing to me. Maybe that's because I had imagined what the experience would be like for about three years before I actually tried it and after all that it just didn't meet my expectations. Then I tried cough medicine and I liked that better. It gave me some clarity the first time I tried it, it felt like I could breathe a lot easier. I felt more alive. Even then I got more into that than marijuana. I didn't really have hallucinations the way I had heard other people talking about it, but I did have some strange visions now and again. Mostly I just enjoyed the feeling of floating, suspended in some kind of gelatin substance that would keep me safe, keep me in my own head. I could just lay there and relax, enjoy the new feeling it gave me to focus on and mold to better the experience. I stopped using it for a year or so following the movie theater incident. I had steadily been increasing my dosage of DXM, anxious to experience all of the plateaus and to become as experienced with it as my friend was, the friend that introduced me to it. One night, thinking I could handle it, I took over a hundred miligrams than the last time I had used. This friend just happened to call and invite me to the movies and I explained to her that I had taken 360mg of DXM and couldn't drive, but her friend had a car and could pick me up, so I said sure. I'd never gone anywhere trippin' before and it sounded like fun. On the ride over, the cough medicine began setting in hardcore and my face started to go numb. I must have bought my ticket normally, but I have no memory of arriving at the movie theater. All I remember is sitting in the theater, ignoring the previews and alternately looking around with my distorted vision and keeping my head against the back of my chair with my eyes closed. I started to get the feeling I wasn't going to get through much of this movie. I watched the lights on the wall opposite us dim, so I knew they turned them down, but due to the drugs, the light closest to my chair still looked as brightly as it did before the movie started, if not brighter now that I could tell the rest of the theater was darker. I'm not sure how long I lasted through the movie, but somewhere near the beginning I told my friend that I wasn't feeling well and she called my mom to come and get me. As she was walking me to the bathroom, I threw up in the hallway. I felt much better after that, still fucked up but now I was more alert and I had a better understanding of what was going on. I knew I would be fine now, but when I told my mom what happened, she wasn't fully convinced, asking me several times if I needed to go to the hospital. I told her I just needed to sleep it off and I was right. Fast forward to a year and a half later and I'm dating a guy who's never smoked a cigarette, never had sex before me, and, more importantly, had never even tried marijuana. I will admit right up front that I introduced him to drugs and encouraged him to take them with me, but his brother had introduced him to alcohol long before I got there. One day, though, we were hanging out with the same friend who introduced me to cough pills and she had some pot and agreed to smoke my boyfriend up. After I felt he'd had a long enough trial-period with marijuana, I told him about cough pills and convinced him to try them with me.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2010 4 May :: 2.11am
:: Mood: discontent
:: Music: Good things

Gone Missing...
Everything I've wanted to say used to be so important to me. I used to write all the time, it was my way of keeping things in perspective. I never say anything that means anything to me. In fact, I feel like I hardly talk anymore. I hardly write anymore. Some of it is that nothing noteworthy happens. This is one of the reasons I like drugs. It gives me experiences to document. Another part of it is that I don't feel passionately about anything anymore. I've come to find that it doesn't even matter how we feel. Everything is going to happen no matter how we feel about it, so why bother getting worked up? We're all going to die in the end, so why does it matter when it happens, how it happens, who it hurts? People die all the time, there's nothing you can do about it, so you " get over it. " I'm just pissed because I was so depressed about Corey dying and people are like, move on. A while ago I told Steve that I was still really upset about it and he said, " Shit happens. " Thanks, asshole. I realize that, but still. So I " got over it. " I don't talk about my feelings because I feel like they're not justifiable and again, that they don't matter, anyway. I just feel like no one gives a shit, and it's getting to the point where I don't give a shit, either. Lisa has her own stuff going on, Natasha I can't get in touch with most of the time, Brianna doesn't listen to me and doesn't care about what I have to say, Steve tries to listen but doesn't know how, and I can't get an intelligent response from the last two, anyway. To be fair, I don't really give a shit about what most other people say, either, and right now, I don't even want to talk to people.I just want to be left alone for a while. And while Brianna doesn't even listen to me, she still wants to hang out, Steve wants to hang out with me and be on the phone with me all the time, and I'm getting to the point where I want to be like, " Fuck you! Leave me alone for a fucking day! " Whatever.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2010 20 April :: 2.55am
:: Mood: excited
:: Music: Random things

Things are getting interesting again!
Well, a lot of shit's happened. Last month, this guy that I spent almost every day for a year with killed himself. That kinda sucked. I started using drugs again a while ago, and I don't mind. I refuse to feel guilty about that shit anymore. I can understand everyone's concern, of course, after the substance- induced psychosis I threw myself into (which was the most fun I've ever had, honestly, although I'm not sure I'd want to live out my life like that- talk about vulnerable!), but this time around, I'm a bit smarter and I won't say to myself, " Hey, continuously taking Robotussin and not sleeping for five days straight seems like a good idea! " Even though in some ways, it was a good idea. Anyway, I just dumped with my boyfriend which I was sad about earlier, but then I talked to a couple friends and it made me feel a lot better and reminded me that I did make the right decision. Since we've been apart (only about five days ago), I've already screwed two people, and DAMN was it good! I've been working and I've actually kept this job for a couple months now, which is amazing for me. I'm taking a couple college courses that start next month. One of my best friends wants to have a three-way with me and her boyfriend, and I am TOTALLY down. I also work with this lesbian who I'm pretty attracted to, so that's exciting. I don't know that I would actually say anything to her, but we'll see what happens. Oh, and not that this matters, but I would still totally screw my high school teachers. One day, damn it, one day!

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2010 23 January :: 7.03pm
:: Mood: drunk
:: Music: The Cure

Drugs
I didn't have a problem with drugs for a while. When I was 18, I started going out with my boyfriend Smokey. I had known him when I was in tenth grade. He was in eighth grade then and followed me around like a lost puppy. He used to walk me to class and once he cut his thumb open making a ring for me. He had to get stitches. I saw him at a Burger King after a day of shopping with Dawn, but I didn't recognize him at first. After he left, Dawn turned to me and said, " You know who that was, don't you? " " No, " I said. " Who? " " That was Smokey! " She said. I wrote him a letter and we met at a donought shop a little while later. That night, I invited him to my New Year's Eve party. He came over, along with Andie and Tiffany and we all got drunk. We snuggled a lot, and at one point Tiffany started flirting with him, but I grabbed him and said, " No! This is MY Smokey! " He was still a virgin, so he didn't want to have sex, but we made out and dry-fucked something fierce in my bed. We decided to date, once we were both sober enough to make the decision. More on this later...

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2010 23 January :: 5.38pm
:: Mood: motivated
:: Music: The Cure

Drugs
I first got into drugs when I was 17. When I was 13, my friend Marilyn smoked weed and cigarettes, and I wanted to try it. I didn't get to smoke weed, but she gave me my first cigarette and the first time I tried hard liquor (vodka) was at her house. When I took the first sip, something came over me. I didn't know where I was and I felt like I was going to throw up. She gave me some milk, telling me that milk got rid of the taste of almost anything. In my thirteen year old journal entries, I knew where drugs would take me. " If I start doing drugs, " I wrote. " I'll probably just end up getting into a really dark place that I can't get out of. " I don't know why I couldn't keep that knowledge as I grew older. When I was 17, I was at the mall with my friend Jeremy and we met up with a couple of his friends, Rusty and Cynthia. I knew both of them a little bit already through Andie. While Cynthia was buying cigarettes for me and some other kid, I sat talking with Rusty. I mentioned that I had never smoked weed before. " We have some in the car, " Rusty said. So the four of us all smoked a joint. I felt really nice and relaxed. Shortly thereafter, Andie told me that you could get high off of cough medicine. She came over one night when I was hanging out with my friend Tiffany, and Tiffany and I both took 150mg of DXM. I felt really spacey. I remember talking to one of my friends on the phone while I was smoking a cigarette, and I felt amazing, like I could do anything. It made Tiffany really quiet and she sat in front of the computer making trippy pictures. A little while later, Tiffany and I were tripping together again. I took a shower while she sat on the toilet seat and talked to me. We felt like we were at the beach. I went and layed down while she took a shower. In my head, I saw a hedge maze made up of pink hedges. I was trying to find a boy in the middle of it. When I tried to set fire to a bush to make the search easier, the bush melted and I had to scoop it up with a shovel. I staggered to the bathroom and told Tiffany, " You can't burn the pink hedges; you have to melt them. " " Oh, okay, " she said, as if she understood. Andie had told me that you had to gradually move up when you wanted to take a bigger amount of miligrams. One night, I jumped from 270mg to 360mg. Andie called and invited me to the movies. " I can't drive, Andie, " I told her. " I took a bunch of Robotussin. " " That's okay, " she said. " We'll come pick you up. " We went and sat down in the theater. When the lights dimmed, I turned to Andie and said, " Did they even dim the lights on this side of the theater? " She said, " Yes, they did....sshhhh. " I told her I wasn't feeling well and she offered to call my mom for me. She called and on our way out of the theater I threw up a few times in front of the entire audience. My mom came and brought me home. She was extremely worried. " Do you need to go to the hospital? " She kept asking me. " No, Mom, " I said. " I just need to sleep. " After that, I mostly just smoked weed and drank once in a while. More on this later...

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2010 20 January :: 1.27pm
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: Evanescence

Drugs
I was sober for about three months before I had my first relapse. I was with Andie and Jesse. Andie had been sober for almost as long as I had, but she had already relapsed a couple of weeks earlier, first by smoking weed, then by drinking, and finally by taking our drug of choice; cough medicine. I knew I shouldn't do anything and that I'd probably regret it, but it had been so long and it sounded like fun. My friends were no help. " Come on, " Jesse said. " Get me some and we'll all do it! " Searching for an excuse to submit, I said to Andie, " As long as I'm not doing it all the time, I should be fine, right? " " If that's the way you feel, " she told me. So she and I went out to Worcester and I stole two bottles of cough liqui-gels for Jesse and I. Andie already had hers. We got there and I called my boyfriend, Steven. I had talked to him while we were on the road, telling him that I was feeling tempted but that I thought everything was going to be fine. He warned me not to go, but my mind was made up. So when I called him, I told him that all his talk of how bad it would be if I relapsed had gotten through to me and that I wasn't going to do anything. When we got off the phone, I took 300mg of dextromethorphan hydrobromide (DXM) and we all smoked a bowl. I got pretty fucked up. I was scared and I just kept thinking about how pathetic the whole situation was. All of us were in our twenties and we were sitting around getting fucked up off of cough medicine. We should have been doing more constructive things with our time. I was unemployed, Jesse had a shitty job but didn't have a high school diploma, and Andie had been kicked out of college for getting really drunk and trying to kill herself. She only had to finish three more classes, but the school said she couldn't go back until a therapist gave the okay. Andie had stopped seeing her therapist. More on this later...

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2009 18 December :: 6.07am
:: Mood: complacent
:: Music: O.M.D.

Confusiosity
I am in a state of deep confusiosity. I realized that although I love my boyfriend to death, he is not The One. I do love him, but not in the same way that I loved Corey. My boyfriend is my best friend, and that's how I love him. I'm not The One for him, either. A few days ago he told me that if I didn't get a job, he could easily find a girlfriend that was willing to pull her own weight. While it's completely understandable that we wants me to get a job, the fact that he said that tells me that we aren't made for each other. I think one of Steve's biggest weaknesses is that he doesn't want to ever be alone. We could get married, and it would be convenient for the both of us. In theory, he would never have to be alone again and, in theory, I would have someone to take care of me. It's hard because I do love him, and we have broken up and gotten back together quite a few times. But we'll see what happens. I'm not sure how or when I'm going to tell him all this. There is another guy I know from high school that I saw in " rehab " and I'm trying to get in tough with him. Maybe he and I are meant for each other. I looked into his eyes once and I was absolutely taken aback. It was an incredible feeling. And I told him that I loved him and he told me he loved me, too. And that was with us barely having spoken to each other. I wrote him a letter which I'm mailing later today, so hopefully it reaches him and he calls me. If not, that's okay, but I hope SO much that everything works out. In other news, I have slept all night. I tried to a couple of times, but it just wasn't happening. So here I am updating my on line journal at 6:20 in the morning. I don't really have anything important to do today. My mom and I are going to Joanne's Fabrics and going out to lunch, but other than that, I have nothing to do. I really don't know what to do about this boyfriend situation. Oh well. As long as I have faith (in myself and the secret workings of fate, which does, btw, exist) it'll all work itself out.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2009 16 November :: 12.51am
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: Random shit

The Sober Life
I went into substance-induced psychosis about a month ago from staying up for four-five days straight continuously tripping on Robotussin. I ended up in the mental ward of Marlborough Hospital for a week. When I got out, I went to their out-patient program for ten days. I've been sober for a little over a month now. Well, sober from cough pills and weed, which were my two biggest problems. Although I'm proud of my accomplishments as far as drugs are concerned, and although I know that life has a better quality when you're sober, I also know that THIS FUCKING SUCKS!!! When I get a job, things won't be as bad because I won't just be sitting around all the time, but GOD DAMN IT do I want to trip! Or at least smoke pot!! But the job I'm interviewing at does drugs tests, so I definitely can't smoke, even if I could come up with the money for it. If I do drugs and my parents find out, I get kicked out, so that's a little bit of motivation for me to stay sober. On the other hand, I'm positive that I could do cough medicine again and get away with it. So this really sucks. I'm making decisions for myself now, though. I want to trip SO bad, but I'm taking things one day at a time, so maybe I will, and maybe I won't. Either way, being sober is amazing, and it sucks. At least I can still drink and smoke cigarettes, but I don't have money for either one of those things right now. So, I'll just have to stick it out being sober until I get my life in order, and then I can maybe smoke weed again. I don't think I should ever do cough pills again, but that doesn't mean that I won't. It is possible for me to get a little buzz going if I take more than my recommended dosage of medication, so I'll just have to take what I can get for now.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2009 25 October :: 3.51pm
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: Random shit

Sobriety
FUCK MY LIFE!!! I WANT TO TRIP SO BAD RIGHT NOW! That's what got me into trouble in the first place, not to mention the not sleeping for four or five days in a row, but at this particular moment, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!!! My dad says if I fuck up he's kicking me out, so I really shouldn't, but it's such a bitch to actually have to tell myself no. Right now my motivation is that if I just keep doing things that aren't drugs, like typing up the story of my life thus far, I'll be able to sit back, relax, and take acid at some later point. But FUCK!!! Staying sober is so much harder than I thought! I always said to myself, Well, I'm not physically addicted; it's just weed and cough pills, so I can stop at any time. Well, I was right, but staying quit is the hard part. What I was going through I would definitely categorize as denial. And I miss Corey so fucking much it isn't even fathomable right now.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2009 28 September :: 3.38am
:: Mood: worried
:: Music: Led Zeppelin

Oh boy...
I swear to God, if this new guy is gay, especially for the Jew, I will kill myself. Not really, but that would just be all kinds of sad and upsetfulness. He probably is gay, though, knowing my luck. Fuck.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2009 24 September :: 2.36pm
:: Mood: indifferent
:: Music: Random shit

Life and boys
Well, what can I say? There's the token black guy who REALLY wants me to have a three-way with him and Meeple, which is NOT happening as he got pretty attached when I had sex with him before, and I've met someone knew who I am quite interested in, so I don't want to do ANYTHING to jeopardize that. He may not be the best choice of love interests for a couple stupid reasons that are easy for me to ignore, but you only live once, everything happens for a reason, from what I hear he likes me, too, so FUCK IT!!! I'm going for it! Nothing's made me smile this much in SO fucking long! Blackie- " Just be serious with him...grab him by the collar. " Me- " Literally!?! " Blackie- " Yeah! " Me- " So I should just like, pin him to the wall and make out with him!?! " Blackie- " Yeah! " Well, I don't think I'll be using THAT approach, but it's all good. And woohoo for no sleep, caffeine, and whatever other substances I can pump into my system! Oh, and then there's Joo who says, " You can marry me without the hassle of papers. " Yeah, buddy, that'll definitely happen. Anyway, I'm supposed to hang out with Newbie tonight, so we'll see what happens. I want it SO much that I literally couldn't believe it when Blackie told me that Newbie said he might have a thing for me, too. But, I'll take things slow, and whatever happens happens. If this doesn't work, though, well....I'll just be very sad. Anyway, that's all for now.

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