Sta_Satanama
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- Aug 30, 2022
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Hey, everybody. I feel like whining. Excuse me. I'm 32 years old, male. Or rather, I'm still a child mentally. I was disliked as a child, abandoned, my mom didn't even hug me. And then there was a life of complexes, constant anxiety and stress, lonely.
Got into narcotics, and I'm still an addict. Addicted to marijuana for 13 years. You could say 13 years was in a coma. No job, no social life, I was running away from myself. I wanted to die. I still do. I can't solve my drug problem, I'm more comfortable being a wimp. It's hard to accept life, responsibility, discipline. I want a holiday all the time, I want to be like my mother in the womb - nourished, easy and safe. I want someone to live my life for me.
I don't even know why I ended up with Satan.
When I was young (under drug trips), I accidentally began to realize the energy of imagination, how it affects people, began to see different signs and for some reason there was no thought then that I was going crazy. And now 15 years later I find jos and realize that it was not my drug schizophrenia .
So what?
There's no free "circus" and performances. There's no one here to do anything for me, not Satan or the gods. I'm not even attracted to the idea that I can become some kind of god, raise a snake and all that.
I just don't want to do anything in life, to go to sleep and not wake up.
I was seven months sober a while ago. So what? Nothing's changed, I'm back on drugs. I have to work, live, socialize and all that. Why?
I didn't choose to be born here, I didn't want to. Mom, give me back.
Got into narcotics, and I'm still an addict. Addicted to marijuana for 13 years. You could say 13 years was in a coma. No job, no social life, I was running away from myself. I wanted to die. I still do. I can't solve my drug problem, I'm more comfortable being a wimp. It's hard to accept life, responsibility, discipline. I want a holiday all the time, I want to be like my mother in the womb - nourished, easy and safe. I want someone to live my life for me.
I don't even know why I ended up with Satan.
When I was young (under drug trips), I accidentally began to realize the energy of imagination, how it affects people, began to see different signs and for some reason there was no thought then that I was going crazy. And now 15 years later I find jos and realize that it was not my drug schizophrenia .
So what?
There's no free "circus" and performances. There's no one here to do anything for me, not Satan or the gods. I'm not even attracted to the idea that I can become some kind of god, raise a snake and all that.
I just don't want to do anything in life, to go to sleep and not wake up.
I was seven months sober a while ago. So what? Nothing's changed, I'm back on drugs. I have to work, live, socialize and all that. Why?
I didn't choose to be born here, I didn't want to. Mom, give me back.