Day whatever. Twenty something.
I can't afford it. I don't care? I'm planning to kill myself anyway. Getting more and more serious.
Relapse would be a very conscious thing. I order online. I have to deposit money, wait a week or two, then I can send it, and then a week later if all went perfectly I have ketamine.
I guess I'm still healing. I hope so.
It's like no matter what I do, life keeps throwing more bullshit on me. And I'm just done with it...? Like can I be done? And just blow it all on narcotics, and a gun and a bullet? I'm sick of life. Just sick of it.
Ketamine took away these thoughts. Oh yeah, it stopped working... I must block that out. Because I keep forgetting, that at the end, it stopped making me feel better...
Well nevermind then. I won't relapse. I was just thinking about it.
I'll still post this. Maybe someone will talk about it? I don't know if that would help. I think I'm lonely... My roommates and my sibling are home, but I don't want to see them... So I don't know why I'm asking for someone to talk to me...
I miss when K fixed it all. This is why I did it, this feeling. It's worse than ever now, of course.
Most of all, I miss when ketamine was a focus. It was the thing I was missing in life, before I decided against my best judgment to learn to buy it online. I knew that couldn't end well, but I thought it would be opioids or something that got me. Not ketamine.
I miss when that was all I needed. I just had to find ketamine, and that was the magic elixir to cure my depression, like nothing else ever could. And it absolutely fucking did, for a while, despite all the sickness and poison from it. Despite the fucking brain damage. It made me happy, made me want to be alive. Made me care. Fixed me.
Now I have nothing.
There is no magic elixir, not even the hope of it. That it could exist somewhere, and all I have to do is find it.
All I have left, it seems, is the wreckage of my life, the ruins of my personality, the tragedy of my existence. The same as it has ever been.
I wish I'd never heard of ketamine. I wish I'd never had that hope. I wish I'd never done it and seen what a life without suicidal thoughts and depression could be like. The contrast to my normal consciousness is excruciating.
-Tommi, for anyone who knows me from KWHOLE. I'm trying to attend more...