It's a real struggle. You wake up in the morning with no motivation to get out of bed unless you have your precious, the thing you would do ANYTHING for, the thing you love more than yourself and your family/friends. When you don't have it, life is absolute hell, there's no purpose in life. When you do have it, life is okay... ish. You feel normal, and maybe a little numb to the things that are bothering you, and suddenly this innocent brown powder you're using as a crutch in life is causing more and more problems, instead of solving them like it initially seems. But it's okay, you don't care about problems anymore, in fact, you don't give a fuck about anything. Your friends? What friends? All your real friends left you to move on with life, and the people you call "friends" don't give a fuck about you, they just want your money. Your family? They still love you, but at this point you've hurt them too much to still be a true family. Yourself? Well, you're not really there anymore, so you don't care. You'll blame the people around you, and then continue to steal from them and hurt them more, then wonder why people don't stay in your life. You probably don't have a job anymore, and if you do, you don't care about it. Then one day you realize; you caused it all for yourself, and you know it, but you can't admit it to yourself. "What's the point in living anymore?" goes through your mind every day, and you can't answer the question in any way. You might as well be dead. You're an emotionless zombie, enslaved to the illusion of happiness you created with the help of one of the most addictive substances on earth. You're a piece of shit, worthless, and it doesn't bother you, because you can just go bang up a couple more bags and not care. You can try rehab, and it might help, but you'll probably just relapse. The alternative is continuing until you overdose. Heroin does fucked up things to people, opiates are deceptive.
But hey, it's your body, it's up to you. If you were smart, you'd stop before it's too late. Opiates are like an endless path in the woods, that seems like a nice path at first but gets harder and harder to follow the further you go. You can turn around before it's too late, but keep walking too far and you might just find yourself lost, with nobody to blame but yourself.- ObamaInYoMomma
Props to Kyle Kinane for his astute observation. Props to the commenter on reddit for offering an equally hilarious observation about his bunnies…
I own two rabbits, one male (fixed), and a younger female (who isn’t fixed yet). He’s mounted her a couple times, and it is painful to watch. It is very… rapey… He’ll corner her, violently mount her, rip clumps of hair out, and then hold her down and lick her ears afterwards, but her eyes are lifeless. Completely and entirely disturbing. I try to keep them off eachother. But since, he’s gotten much more docile. Edit: [He no longer mounts her, but she started mounting him.] He pretty much lets her do whatever she wants to him. Also, she squirts. She’ll see him, and start squirting all over the floor, and then run up and mount him. Sometimes she’ll mount his face and squirt all over it. She mounts cats, too….
“Hank Hill” joined campaign and started carrying around a propane tank everywhere, even through safe rooms.
Its Finals week and this local has not moved from this spot in 3 days
How I feel playing video games when I should be studying for finals