Brother I'm shooting meth in a tent with 5 pairs of socks on my hands and feet. A guy donated clothes,chef boyradi ravioli and a bag of razors that I can't use because I'm always plucking my facial hair. Its almost Christmas and I make the Grinch look like Steven Spielberg. I moved camp sites today the racoons were getting a little over zealous. Its a nice quiet quiant corner of the land that comes with a dark evil cobwebbed cave entrance were there's probably a colony of meth spiders that have been feeding off homeless tweakers like myself. Are those the things growing out of my face lately? Baby meth spiders.

My family want me to come to Christmas festivities. I cant though; the day would revolve around me and the severe lack of care I exhibit in my life. I don't know when I'll be ready to be honest. I was supposed to go to detox but I don't feel the desperation everyone talks about when getting sober. I get filled with dread when I think about getting sober. All the work I will have to do. The never ending boredom and indecision that fills my life. Also the years of anhedonia until my dopamine receptors are even up to snuff to even get my dick hard

Is the juice worth the squeeze? I don't know anymore. I'm tired boss. Well I'm off to try and charge my porn storage device aka phone and steal a twix bar from 711