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I didn't expect myself to be this moody today.
I went from productive, successful, slightly-optimistic feeling to worried, self-loating, and almost harmful behavior.
All from thinking about drugs. Fuck. I wish Adam hadn't told me about the hydrocodon his uncle gave him. Just because he can take pills and no get addicted doesn't mean that I can. I'm trying to stay off, recover from getting caught, and just when I'm getting to where I don't want one every day, he tells me this.
and doesn't even offer it to split it with me, which I don't know if I should feel hurt about or not.
Then I got to thinking about how all these people I went to high school with must look at me so differently since I "changed". Yeah, I fucked up, I made some mistakes and wrong choices. I was druggie Donna for a little while, but I was still Donna. And now I'm Donna, and... well. It's hard to be Donna sometimes.
I just want to go to sleep.
I went from productive, successful, slightly-optimistic feeling to worried, self-loating, and almost harmful behavior.
All from thinking about drugs. Fuck. I wish Adam hadn't told me about the hydrocodon his uncle gave him. Just because he can take pills and no get addicted doesn't mean that I can. I'm trying to stay off, recover from getting caught, and just when I'm getting to where I don't want one every day, he tells me this.
Then I got to thinking about how all these people I went to high school with must look at me so differently since I "changed". Yeah, I fucked up, I made some mistakes and wrong choices. I was druggie Donna for a little while, but I was still Donna. And now I'm Donna, and... well. It's hard to be Donna sometimes.
I just want to go to sleep.
sick
Just say no! Today I've been staving off going and getting French fries. I know they aren't nearly as addictive as drugs but you know, considering how much I love food...