I was in a sour mood all night at work; didn’t really say anything to anybody all night long. People were dressed up, and everyone had plans to go out and party somewhere. I came home, smoked a bowl and listened to music by myself–went to bed early. Hell of a night. I could have gone out and done something with Pat. I hadn’t the motivation to do so.
I take these breaks every two weeks or so, breaks from my antidepressants. I really notice the depression creep back in, especially if I’m smoking weed. I go off of it because if I partied my vicodin with my TCA, I wouldn’t be able to wake up in the mornings!!! I’ve thankfully been able to reserve myself to just my vikes this week and only $36 cost–half of last paycheck’s total. I’m just itching to go to Ukraine and do something worth bragging about. I have a plan and now I am moving more steadily towards it. I need to be proud of who I am once again, need to be worthy once again of a woman’s love.
Intake: 3(50 mg hydroco oral, smoked)