No more of that "ask me anything" shit for a while. It just sucks away at a blog that could be better spent waxing poetic about the sunsets or stars after a rainfall. Really. 46 posts in three months and I feel that I could have done so much better.
I have to talk myself into getting well. Getting better. Tonight. Now. I have to talk myself into finishing the night and trying to sleep well without stimulation tonight. Maybe I'm fighting a losing battle here. I've already lost myself in my medications. After all, who cares? Who cares that I have gone through a month's supply in two weeks? Who cares if they're heavy narcotics and I abuse the shit out of them? It's not like anyone would really benefit from my death, but at the same time, they wouldn't benefit from my life, either.
Off to the warm bed with me. My dildos await.