No, I wouldn't do it in here. God, I don't even know how to smoke weed. Never done it before. I'm on pain meds, it just hurts still anyway. And I don't want to overdo it because I've been here for a month already and I don't want to get addicted to opiates!
Don't have they things in place stop stop you getting addicted? And some weed might be safe but weed Rachel can find from losers in her building is a stupid idea.
I dunno, maybe? I've been on morphine for like 6 weeks, that can't be great for me. I just can't get comfortable no matter which way I lie down because there's my ribs or my other places and it is not fucking fair.
You know- and yeah, a lot of it's self-inflicted, but I kind of thought when I got rescued I wouldn't be in pain any more. That was kind of stupid.
Ah, damn, I could bring you real candy floss? And by that I mean the stuff they sell in the bags in the supermarket. I can magically produce a church fete from my arse - although we are having one in a couple of weeks sooo I can bring you real candy floss in two weeks?
Well I bitched about it and she did that doctor, 'give it time' thing which argghhhhhh. I mean she's right but AAARRGGHHHHHHHH.
No, Zoe- No. Are you kidding me, you- Zoe, when I think about the fact that you fucking found me at all, I know it's miraculous. And I'm going to close this post to just us because I'm talking about this. But- You had a vision and you saved me. No one else. You. Thank you.
He didn't even touch me in a...you know, sexual way for the first few days. I think he was trying to see if he could talk himself out of it? But he still hurt me. I don't understand. I don't understand why he thought that was somehow better?
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