My favorite Spanish word, in my limited vocabulary. “We keep the work tranquil”
What a thing to strive for, what an all encompassing word.
We keep that shit tranquil,it starts in the mind, it spreads out over everything we engage with.
An old pharmaceutical connection reached out, Adderal and Xanax baby, plenty of them and she knows I like both. Little whispers in the back of the head. *Jussssstin, think about it, it’s enough to pick yourself up out of the funk, then Xanax to come down with,you have the money,buy them all*
Fucking temptation, Not going to lie. The guy that gets on those binges,,,not a good guy.
Strong though. Sharp in a very temporary way, maniacal. Amphetamines make you feel powerful. Like you truly have a grip on it.
I know it’s an illusion.Self destructive,beyond whatever this is. There’s a beast underneath and I was a very different person. None of that wholesome shit.
I don’t do that anymore. And I know the flaw lies in the root and the past.That’s alright, we go at our own speed,we heal at our own speed.
I chastise myself for typing, it’s a ridiculous thing to do and I’m a moron for doing it.But…
I can still say no to 60 Adderal and 30 Xanax. So yes, I’m gonna pat my self-indulgent ass on the back for a moment.
dawn 