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I'm not sure what I think about that. In one way, it's really good. He's smart, he won't screwe me over and won't get anything bad for me. But at the same time, he's my brother. He should be protecting me from this stuff. Fuck a duck, I don't even know what's right any more.
I was compeltely tweaking out on Sunday night. The adderall hadn't worn off yet, so I was desperate to get rid of it. I tried smoking pot. I ssmoked until I was having a completely out of body experience. It was crazy. I'd never had that experience before. It scared the shit out of me, though. I felt like I was dreaming. Like nothing was happening. We went back to Ty's house, and I had to lay down on the bed. Ty left me alone to make food...
I started spazzing. I was hallucinating hella bad... Like, My arms were chained, and being pulled on, and I was trying to get out and I couldn't. To everyone else, I must have looked crazy. My arms and legs were moving all over the place, I knew that they were. I was thinking, I knew that it wasn't real, but I couldn't make myself snap out of it.
Not to mention, I think Ty's mom came in and gave me a lecture about Adderall when I was completely stoned. I fell asleep during it, I think, but everyone says i kept answering her. I don't even know how to tell the difference between me being asleep, or just being too fucking stoned.
I like to think that I learned my lesson, but I'm not sure I have. I don't want to stop smoking pot. I don't want to touch adderall ever again. I'm STILL not eating. I am sleeping, and that's heaven. But eating is really hard for me to do. And it's been what, three days?
Sometmes I just don't know what to do with myself.
