I don’t think I’ve ever thrown up so much in a 12-hour period in my life.

I never thought I would shoot up. I was planning on snorting it when my ex boyfriend brought some over, but he had brought a syringe and helped me put it in a vein in my left arm. It bruised it. It was the most amazing feeling ever, but AS SOON as I started coming down from it, I was craving more. All I could think about was having more, but there was no way to get any. Fuck, I’m still thinking about it. I’ve been pacing around my room looking for things to sell to get some more. :-/