smokindude
07-28-2007, 10:34 AM
*PLEASE READ, I NEED YOU GUYS*
Yup, i know whats right and whats wrong, but the wrong way is always more appealing to me. I know its wrong to lie, but i still lie daily about things i dont want people to find out, its awful. I preach "love everyone", and i truly believe thats the key to life, but i hate anyways, because its more appealing to me. Im not saying i hate on others for no reason, but if i have a chance to make fun of someone/own them by words to make someone i admire laugh, i wont hesitate. I know the drug life isnt the right way to live, but i live it anyways. I wake up in the morning just to get high that day/night off whatevers available.
I realize that my family members will be the only one there for me when the dust settles..but i choose friends over them anyways. I truly believe in God with all my heart, but i go against his wishes daily. I truly believe my brother is watching over me at all times, but i still act as if he isnt. I believe masterbation is wrong because it shows the true lust of a WEAK human, but i wack off anyways, all the time. My grandparents worked their WHOLE life to support me and my siblings/cousins to have a decent life because my parents/cousins parents were strung out on drugs and litterally pays for the clothes on my back, the roof over my head, the food in my fridge, and every other essential possible...well lets just say i dont spend nearly enough time they want me to with them, and there getting older and older and i basically use them for the money they give me to support my drug habbits. That by the way, there against 100% because of what drugs has done to my family.(killed my cousins dad, my parents are hooked, my other cuzin's dad is hooked, and many other reasons)
I love them with all my heart, but when it comes time to doing something for them, my selfish ways kick in. Im by NO MEANS a dick to them, i do favors for them every day(i live with them and my druggy parents) but i dont do half as much as they truly deserve. My 76 year old grandfather who has worked his WHOLE life for ME, i watch cut the lawn from my window instead of going outside to help him.
Oh ya, and do you want to hear the big one thats making me contemplate suicide? The ONLY person who ever knew me was my 19 year old brother. He was the wisest kid i ever knew. He helped me get through the 16 years i have so far, he was the best influence and basically a father to me, he was the BEST thing i ever had and ever will. I thought it was going to be me and him, side by side going through life together learning from our experiences. But yano what a DUMBFUCK like me had to go and do?????
I fucking stole my moms bottle of methadone from her pocketbook when she was passed out from xanax(june 6th 2007) and went to my bro's room and showed him what i just got. We each helped ourselves to the bottle(took 8 10mg methadone pills each) then i went back to my room, thinking i did my brother i loved so much a favor. Well, about 2 hours later he comes in my room and goes "david(me), i am the most fucked up i EVER been in my life, if i die you know what to tell our loved ones, we had this convo before" I just said "ya ya i know but u never die and u wont this time so it will be all good, you should go to sleep or something, youll be fine in the morning" The main reason for that HORRIBLE advise was because i just wanted him to leave me alone so i could smoke my weed in peace, so he left my room and was like "ok im going to bed, PEACEEEE" so i was like "PEACEEEE"
My brother was out of college at that point and i was still in school, so the next day in my last period of the day(around 1:30) my teacher got a phone call from my princable saying that my aunt was here to dismiss me from school. So i was all happy but curious why i was getting dismissed. I got home and saw almost all my family(even cousins from out of town) in the living room with the most depressed look on thier face. I asked what was going on, nobody answered. I turned to my 13 year old sister who i love so much, that was BALLING her eyes out and asked her what happend. In the softest, unforgetable, saddest voice she replied.."TJ(our brother) died". I will NEVER forget the look on her face when she said that. My heart felt like it sank to my ankles, i immediatly ran to my room, cryed for hours and punched numerous holes in my closet door. He puked in his fucking sleep and choked to death due to the pills I SUPPLIED HIM WITH.
Ive been in a deep depressed state ever since, contemplating suicide for the guilty conscious i possess. The ONLY person that knew me, i KILLED. The person i loved the most on this earth...I KILLED. The person i NEEDED..I FUCKING KILLED. Words cant explain what he meant to me. Who was with me when my druggy parents were out smoking crack all night till 6am? He was. Who did i smoke mad blunts with, grow closest, and KNEW INSIDE AND OUT? My dear brother, who I KILLED.
Ya..im a piece of complete shit that doesnt deserve to live. Its quite obvious. If you read this, from the bottom of my heart i thank you. Really.
Yup, i know whats right and whats wrong, but the wrong way is always more appealing to me. I know its wrong to lie, but i still lie daily about things i dont want people to find out, its awful. I preach "love everyone", and i truly believe thats the key to life, but i hate anyways, because its more appealing to me. Im not saying i hate on others for no reason, but if i have a chance to make fun of someone/own them by words to make someone i admire laugh, i wont hesitate. I know the drug life isnt the right way to live, but i live it anyways. I wake up in the morning just to get high that day/night off whatevers available.
I realize that my family members will be the only one there for me when the dust settles..but i choose friends over them anyways. I truly believe in God with all my heart, but i go against his wishes daily. I truly believe my brother is watching over me at all times, but i still act as if he isnt. I believe masterbation is wrong because it shows the true lust of a WEAK human, but i wack off anyways, all the time. My grandparents worked their WHOLE life to support me and my siblings/cousins to have a decent life because my parents/cousins parents were strung out on drugs and litterally pays for the clothes on my back, the roof over my head, the food in my fridge, and every other essential possible...well lets just say i dont spend nearly enough time they want me to with them, and there getting older and older and i basically use them for the money they give me to support my drug habbits. That by the way, there against 100% because of what drugs has done to my family.(killed my cousins dad, my parents are hooked, my other cuzin's dad is hooked, and many other reasons)
I love them with all my heart, but when it comes time to doing something for them, my selfish ways kick in. Im by NO MEANS a dick to them, i do favors for them every day(i live with them and my druggy parents) but i dont do half as much as they truly deserve. My 76 year old grandfather who has worked his WHOLE life for ME, i watch cut the lawn from my window instead of going outside to help him.
Oh ya, and do you want to hear the big one thats making me contemplate suicide? The ONLY person who ever knew me was my 19 year old brother. He was the wisest kid i ever knew. He helped me get through the 16 years i have so far, he was the best influence and basically a father to me, he was the BEST thing i ever had and ever will. I thought it was going to be me and him, side by side going through life together learning from our experiences. But yano what a DUMBFUCK like me had to go and do?????
I fucking stole my moms bottle of methadone from her pocketbook when she was passed out from xanax(june 6th 2007) and went to my bro's room and showed him what i just got. We each helped ourselves to the bottle(took 8 10mg methadone pills each) then i went back to my room, thinking i did my brother i loved so much a favor. Well, about 2 hours later he comes in my room and goes "david(me), i am the most fucked up i EVER been in my life, if i die you know what to tell our loved ones, we had this convo before" I just said "ya ya i know but u never die and u wont this time so it will be all good, you should go to sleep or something, youll be fine in the morning" The main reason for that HORRIBLE advise was because i just wanted him to leave me alone so i could smoke my weed in peace, so he left my room and was like "ok im going to bed, PEACEEEE" so i was like "PEACEEEE"
My brother was out of college at that point and i was still in school, so the next day in my last period of the day(around 1:30) my teacher got a phone call from my princable saying that my aunt was here to dismiss me from school. So i was all happy but curious why i was getting dismissed. I got home and saw almost all my family(even cousins from out of town) in the living room with the most depressed look on thier face. I asked what was going on, nobody answered. I turned to my 13 year old sister who i love so much, that was BALLING her eyes out and asked her what happend. In the softest, unforgetable, saddest voice she replied.."TJ(our brother) died". I will NEVER forget the look on her face when she said that. My heart felt like it sank to my ankles, i immediatly ran to my room, cryed for hours and punched numerous holes in my closet door. He puked in his fucking sleep and choked to death due to the pills I SUPPLIED HIM WITH.
Ive been in a deep depressed state ever since, contemplating suicide for the guilty conscious i possess. The ONLY person that knew me, i KILLED. The person i loved the most on this earth...I KILLED. The person i NEEDED..I FUCKING KILLED. Words cant explain what he meant to me. Who was with me when my druggy parents were out smoking crack all night till 6am? He was. Who did i smoke mad blunts with, grow closest, and KNEW INSIDE AND OUT? My dear brother, who I KILLED.
Ya..im a piece of complete shit that doesnt deserve to live. Its quite obvious. If you read this, from the bottom of my heart i thank you. Really.