Ah. Sweet Tramadol bliss, I love you opiate, you don't hurt me like people. I think it's time I started shooting up again, what's $100 on a vial of Nubain for a few hours of complete bliss and utter happiness, heaven. I'm already broke, so It'll help me forget that, and forget all the people in the world.

I haven't felt this happy in a long time. Why did I ever stop?

You know Tramadol is contradicted for seizures? Isn't that great? And I have no seizure medication either, and I'm only supposed to pop 3 pills in 24 hours, not 3 pills in 5 minutes; and I just popped 5. Yummy. I really don't care about myself I realize. Why am I even writing? I think I'd die if I was allowed to, but suffering is so much more painful, and I don't deserve anything good. I give people the best I can and I get the worst in the return.

Oh, what the hell. I want to feel better than this. I'll snort two Lexotan and snort two Soma while I'm at it, and pop a Phenergen and see if I have any barbituates left to make me pass out happily. Yay.