For the third time in the last year I'm hitting rehab.
this time no running away.
it's gotten so bad I have tried suicide multiple times.
big step for me. my brother is coming, and I plan to drink until i can't stand then he will drive me far out to a rehab facility 8 hours away. shit has gone down hill. It was all fun and games till I started contemplating cetain things, mostly to other people who act like bitches. selling drugs and using has lost its certain flair. I need to get clean. cocaine and heroin are all I think about nowadays. with the ocassional meth binge.
got one last bang of meth and heroin I will do. well another bang after a few beers then im popping 10 mg of etizolam and blacking the fuck out. maybe the lsd has me all emotional but I can't take what I have become. I may hurt my self or another person. I called my brother crying and he said "ok ok, I'll be there in 30 min just don't do anything stupid. No more drugs just have a beer and lay down until I arrive, I will make sure you are ok and take you where ever." fml