October 2008, every Friday I would come home from my slightly above minimum wage job to an empty apartment, shoot one, sometimes two bags of dope, pack a bong, and watch movies. Now that I’m clean, have a live-in girlfriend, and friends that aren’t also drug addicts, I kinda miss those days of solitude.
Reblogging because i’m proud of how far I’ve come.
I was a drug addict for 9 years. Heroin, cocaine, and painkillers ruled my life from 16 to 25. I met a lot of shady fucking people, I lost a lot of friends. I buried a lot of people I knew. I’ve come to terms with that part of my life, I wish the friends I have now would allow me to share that part of my life. Oh, I’m sorry it makes you uncomfortable? Too fucking bad. Life is full of shitty people, and shitty situations. Alienating someone whom you claim is a “friend”, just because the life they led makes you squirm is fucking lame, and makes you a shitty friend.