I've reached the end of the line. I can't take it anymore. I need escape. I thought it would be worth trying drugs before killing myself, I've tried so many other paths so why not give this one a chance. I've only ever smoked weed before, it didn't really have much effect other than a light head. Basically something cheap, takes me away from here, doesn't cause me to become violent, and easy to obtain for someone with no connections. I'm thinking heroin but I hate the idea of injecting
I'm so sorry you feel this way. What can't you take anymore. You seem to have enough trouble. Sure, heroine will make you feel good for a little while, then you need more and more; then no amount will be enough, and, when you can't get it you'll be shaking and freezing and vomiting, and you'll only get yourself more troubles. Escape, escape to a children's center, and see if you can make them smile, escape to a poem, or story, escape to some drawing of nature; escape to the mountains and explore divine wonders; escape with the sparrow's singing in splendor in the arbor; but though I understand how you feel, any addictive drug will just cause a whole new cluster of problems in your life. Go to a fair, or a picnic, or an amusement park; read Gustav Flaubert's "Madame Bovary", or Maughm's "Of Human Bondage; learn something new, and meaningful and pass your knew knowledge on. The end result of what you'll get from those kind of drugs is mean, aimless, lost, prostituting or dead. If there are people you need to escape, make it happen. Somewhere, deep inside of you, must be hiding interests, something meaningful. I wish you the best of luck and wisdom.