piratehobo
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Although for awhile I used to post up here alot, I was on methadone. 150 mg cuz I was told it was a miracle "cure" for opiate addiction. Obviously, I realized too far along that methadone will fucking kill you. And it killed me for sure. I isolated myself because I kinda knew my personality was shot. I wanted to travel but couldnt. Dunno if anyone else can relate, but I'm 15 days without the crap, and though in some ways worse for wear, I know I'm getting back to being me and it's crazy how much I forgot about myself. Like how I cannot sit in one spot for long and how fucking great it is to just get drunk or stoned without methadone making me nod off into myself. So now Im hella restless, stuck in SD ONLY cuz I dont have enough gear (cops took my pack!!) to just go. In a hell of alotta pain but at least Im alive, right?? 7 years off and on opiates Im off for good. Just wanna travel and fuck shit up. I know this is cheesey, but Im assuming these things Im feeling, music and the need to just go, these things driving me... This is what life feels like, right? Damn it's been a long time since I felt like this. Crazy. :zombieface: