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Friday, March 28th, 2008
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10:08p
I'm on the verge of both a nervous and mental breakdown.
I thought there'd never be a time in my life where blowing shit up would leave a sick feeling in my stomach.
I can't take it anymore.
If anyone could actually climb into my head right now, I would pity them. I'm on the verge of crying, throwing a fist, or just throwing in the towel at least 17 hours of the day.
I give up on humanity. Anyone at work I grow to like just turns my respect for them into a reason to snort a pill in front of me because they can trust me not to rat.
Fuck you.
I don't rat on anyone because I've been raised to never mess with another man's livelyhood. At the same time I won't let you do anything dangerous knowing you're a fucking pillhead. Thus more work on my back.
Prescription drugs are the #1 cause of drug related deaths in West Virginia. Not the republican nemesis marijuana, not the speed fiend with money's nemises meth, not even the tourists afraid of needles nemesis heroine.
Fucking prescriptions
I hate when you all tell me that you swear you're going to quit. Your wife and kid is more important. You've seen the light, this is the end of the pill tunnel(because remember it's not a drug, it's just a pill, fuck you.) Why are you so fucking jittery when you open your soul to me about quitting? Surely you're not just telling me this because you know I'm over such things. Surely you don't think such a small thing would actually make me feel deeper for you. Sadly it fucking does. Just to learn you didn't leave work temporarily to work at another mine, but because you got put into fucking rehab.
I wish the words oxycontin, hydrocodone, and all nerve pills could be burned from all of our tongues.
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