I can taste and smell the smoke in my mouth and my throat and it’s making me even hornier. All I wanna do is jerk off for six hours, neglect University. I could’ve been the future teacher of all your children, but I’m choosing meth. I just love it too much. Would choose it over anything.

Sometimes I want to crush up some shards really finely, then put them up my urethra.

I love meth so fucking much, I never want to stop. I genuinely can’t believe I put in so much effort towards heroin for 4 and a half years, when meth is all I ever wanted and all I ever needed. Way better than smack.

My parents used to tell me that I’d be dead by 18, but I’ll be 22 this year and I’m so fucking happy.

I’ve been mixing my meth with xanax, so I just feel chill and confident, but also wide awake and ready to fuck absolutely anything. I don’t care about anything except moving my body and—when I left sober living, they gave me one of those graduation bears, signed from all the residents and people who worked there; and I hump the bear every time I’m high because it’s built perfectly.

I like mixing MDMA with meth too because I’ll just genuinely spin out, horny as hell, can’t even see, gone blind. Properly blacked out but still humping everything around me. It’s more than that.

It’s more than lust.

I feel loved and I know it’s truly from the devil, but I’m too lost in it. I just can’t go back.

My whole body feels so good. Lord save me, but meth is just beyond the best feeling from Earth.