
bloodybaron
Member
- Jun 22, 2022
- 13
I have always wanted to die. So badly. I still want to die. I hate it here. I hate my life. I guess that's why I was doing drugs in the first place. I wasn't looking to kill myself but I didn't exactly care if something did ever end up happening to me. I think deep down I wanted the drugs to fuck me up so that I could die. I bought a gram of coke from some random guy off of Snapchat and I snorted the whole gram over time without any issues. In fact the coke didn't even speed me up like it's supposed to. Just made me more alert. I've done adderall before and that was way more intense than the coke I bought off of him. I decided to buy from him a second time because I was feeling the need to self sabotage again even though his coke was shit. He gave me a small plastic bag with a gram in it and I drove to my sisters apartment to hang out. While she went to take a shower I put the gram into a little vial that I had and all that was left were some remnants stuck to the bag. I shook the rest of it onto my wallet (it was about the size of a very small bump) and snorted it. I immediately started to feel disoriented and nauseous. I sat on the couch and felt like I was about to pass out. I was so high I didn't even think twice about the fact that what I snorted was laced and that cocaine should not be slowing me down like this. My sister came out of the shower and noticed me acting weird. I was laying on the couch and talking very slowly and incoherently and I remember telling her that I did coke and not to be mad at me. Then I blacked out. Apparently while I was gone I had stopped breathing and went blue in the face. My sister called 911 and the paramedics had to use narcan on me to get me to come back. I woke up in an instant and was informed that the coke was laced with fentanyl and that I almost died. I then proceeded to go to the hospital where I vomited all night. My family was there and they all vowed to help me and to be there. My girlfriend didn't seem to give a fuck but honestly I don't think she's ever really cared about me. Fast forward to now my family thinks that helping me is pressuring me to get a full time job or go back to school and get out of my toxic relationship with my girlfriend. I don't have the strength to leave her and I can barely get out of bed every day because all I can think about is how much I hate life. I don't know what I want to do in life and I have never found a calling. I just want to die. I wish I knew that what i had was fentanyl and not coke. I would have done it differently. I have always yearned for a pleasant, painless death. It was right there in my possession and I didn't even know it. I wish I would have done a large amount without anybody around. I wish I would have known and I wish I would have died.