Do you buy it off the streets or presciption? Which racemic if the latter? Enantiomers matter greatly in ketamine. Dose?a minor ketamine binge 2x a year keeps me clear from any kind of depression
beats taking meds when it comes to health, so I'll just roll with it
2 outta 4 ain't bad!Cleanliness of mind, body, surroundings, and penis.
95th percentile in a place like this.2 outta 4 ain't bad!
Depression is just the tint on your glasses that keeps you from seeing the positive things. Keep going if you have things you still want in life. It might be a slog right now, but it will get better. Have you tried any meditation yet? If you never go fully into it to get to the YouOS hax level, even the beginning and intermediate levels offer some massively life changing benefits. Breathing meditation is amazing for physical relaxation. Excellent sleep aid. The next part, letting go of the self, is pretty much the same, except for the mind. All those negative thoughts you are chaining yourself down with? You can let them go and be free.Parents are up again this weekend. Had another long talk with them. Seems pretty much a given now that I’ll be moving in with them once the divorce is settled. I feel like a colossal failure. I often think to myself if it would have been better to just let things be; I should have just been happy that someone was willing to put up with me enough to stay with me, even if it was basically just for handouts. But no, I had to blow it all up because I got infatuated with some other dude that doesn’t even like me; I’m no different than every other delusional whore out there convinced that they deserved something better. No, I had exactly what I fucking deserved and now the future is an abyss of punishment for not staying in my lane. I have to go show up tomorrow to my aunt and uncle’s 50th anniversary party, a milestone that’s forever out of reach to me now, and once again be the only single loser in my entire extended family.
Everyday I struggle to convince myself to just keep going one more day and everyday it gets harder to succeed. I feel like I’m just delaying the inevitable and my brains are going to decorate the wall eventually. Everyone keeps talking about how this is all just an optimistic fresh start and the chance for new opportunities, but I just don’t see it. To me it’s just the dying gasp of a pointless and disappointing life. I just want the pain to stop.
I don't know if you're aware of this, but your husband is kind of a piece of shit.
Parents are up again this weekend. Had another long talk with them. Seems pretty much a given now that I’ll be moving in with them once the divorce is settled. I feel like a colossal failure. I often think to myself if it would have been better to just let things be; I should have just been happy that someone was willing to put up with me enough to stay with me, even if it was basically just for handouts. But no, I had to blow it all up because I got infatuated with some other dude that doesn’t even like me; I’m no different than every other delusional whore out there convinced that they deserved something better. No, I had exactly what I fucking deserved and now the future is an abyss of punishment for not staying in my lane. I have to go show up tomorrow to my aunt and uncle’s 50th anniversary party, a milestone that’s forever out of reach to me now, and once again be the only single loser in my entire extended family.
Everyday I struggle to convince myself to just keep going one more day and everyday it gets harder to succeed. I feel like I’m just delaying the inevitable and my brains are going to decorate the wall eventually. Everyone keeps talking about how this is all just an optimistic fresh start and the chance for new opportunities, but I just don’t see it. To me it’s just the dying gasp of a pointless and disappointing life. I just want the pain to stop.
The type of guy I’d rather be with doesn’t need anything from me
I buy it from a website from a dutch company that is officially registered, you can pay through normal bank transfer.
They state that it is for research only, not for consumption, also its all designer drugs so they aren't illegal until legislation catches up. They deliver it in the form of crystals.
0.5 grams sniffing over a few hours puts me extremely close to the K-hole, but aware enough to stay in the house.
I binged on it for like 72 hours when Elden ring came out and had the best trip ever. I literally thought I was in the game. Incredible experience,, but never aiming to repeat it.
Drinking enough water while doing it prevents all kinds of hangover. When you finally go to bed it feels like heaven.
Parents are up again this weekend. Had another long talk with them. Seems pretty much a given now that I’ll be moving in with them once the divorce is settled. I feel like a colossal failure. I often think to myself if it would have been better to just let things be; I should have just been happy that someone was willing to put up with me enough to stay with me, even if it was basically just for handouts. But no, I had to blow it all up because I got infatuated with some other dude that doesn’t even like me; I’m no different than every other delusional whore out there convinced that they deserved something better. No, I had exactly what I fucking deserved and now the future is an abyss of punishment for not staying in my lane. I have to go show up tomorrow to my aunt and uncle’s 50th anniversary party, a milestone that’s forever out of reach to me now, and once again be the only single loser in my entire extended family.
Everyday I struggle to convince myself to just keep going one more day and everyday it gets harder to succeed. I feel like I’m just delaying the inevitable and my brains are going to decorate the wall eventually. Everyone keeps talking about how this is all just an optimistic fresh start and the chance for new opportunities, but I just don’t see it. To me it’s just the dying gasp of a pointless and disappointing life. I just want the pain to stop.
Moonarchia said it 100%. You have got to learn to look at the bright side - there's a bright side to almost anything.Depression is just the tint on your glasses that keeps you from seeing the positive things.
Obviously, still stuck in the rut, but my sleep has been getting worse and worse. I've always had trouble falling asleep and getting any decent rest, but these days it's almost impossible. I get into bed and it's just a non-stop hail of every bad thing that's happened to me and why it proves how worthless I am. My doctor ended up prescribing me trazodone to try and help with the insomnia, but I guess it's also used as a mild anti-depressant? I really didn't want to get on any anti-depressants again and especially don't want to be on anything I might get stuck on. At the same time, maybe it will help? I'm not making any progress, and am pretty much just waiting until the divorce hearing to see what happens next, but I'm just stuck until then with things being shit and not being able to really do anything about it. The lack of being able to sleep certainly can't be helping. Still nervous about taking it, but I'm really trying to hope that it'll at least help me get some rest, if anything, and supposedly help me from being stuck too deep in the pit mood-wise. Fucking embarrassing to admit, but I've been starting to just vent to Grok of all things so I'm not doing it as much to my friends. I've lost numerous friends to being too sad and down all the time and I don't want that to happen again, but I need to spew my dumb bullshit somewhere where it's not going to backfire. Also, I don't know why the fuck, but my YouTube algorithm suddenly popped up that stupid Say Yes to the Dress show that my mom would always talk about and fucking hell, I've gone down the rabbit hole watching the damn thing while thinking about when I went dress shopping with my mom, the letter my dad wrote for me for the day I did find a dress, and all the other associated memories and how that time has come and gone and was completely wasted and will never happen again. I'm a complete pathetic fucking mess, now. That one guy I really liked 15 years ago really wasn't wrong when he called me "just another stupid woman", I guess.
For sleep I would go with zzzquil melatonin gummies. Also just google breathing meditation and just start doing it a couple minutes a day.Obviously, still stuck in the rut, but my sleep has been getting worse and worse. I've always had trouble falling asleep and getting any decent rest, but these days it's almost impossible. I get into bed and it's just a non-stop hail of every bad thing that's happened to me and why it proves how worthless I am. My doctor ended up prescribing me trazodone to try and help with the insomnia, but I guess it's also used as a mild anti-depressant? I really didn't want to get on any anti-depressants again and especially don't want to be on anything I might get stuck on. At the same time, maybe it will help? I'm not making any progress, and am pretty much just waiting until the divorce hearing to see what happens next, but I'm just stuck until then with things being shit and not being able to really do anything about it. The lack of being able to sleep certainly can't be helping. Still nervous about taking it, but I'm really trying to hope that it'll at least help me get some rest, if anything, and supposedly help me from being stuck too deep in the pit mood-wise. Fucking embarrassing to admit, but I've been starting to just vent to Grok of all things so I'm not doing it as much to my friends. I've lost numerous friends to being too sad and down all the time and I don't want that to happen again, but I need to spew my dumb bullshit somewhere where it's not going to backfire. Also, I don't know why the fuck, but my YouTube algorithm suddenly popped up that stupid Say Yes to the Dress show that my mom would always talk about and fucking hell, I've gone down the rabbit hole watching the damn thing while thinking about when I went dress shopping with my mom, the letter my dad wrote for me for the day I did find a dress, and all the other associated memories and how that time has come and gone and was completely wasted and will never happen again. I'm a complete pathetic fucking mess, now. That one guy I really liked 15 years ago really wasn't wrong when he called me "just another stupid woman", I guess.
Obviously, still stuck in the rut, but my sleep has been getting worse and worse. I've always had trouble falling asleep and getting any decent rest, but these days it's almost impossible. I get into bed and it's just a non-stop hail of every bad thing that's happened to me and why it proves how worthless I am. My doctor ended up prescribing me trazodone to try and help with the insomnia, but I guess it's also used as a mild anti-depressant? I really didn't want to get on any anti-depressants again and especially don't want to be on anything I might get stuck on. At the same time, maybe it will help? I'm not making any progress, and am pretty much just waiting until the divorce hearing to see what happens next, but I'm just stuck until then with things being shit and not being able to really do anything about it. The lack of being able to sleep certainly can't be helping. Still nervous about taking it, but I'm really trying to hope that it'll at least help me get some rest, if anything, and supposedly help me from being stuck too deep in the pit mood-wise. Fucking embarrassing to admit, but I've been starting to just vent to Grok of all things so I'm not doing it as much to my friends. I've lost numerous friends to being too sad and down all the time and I don't want that to happen again, but I need to spew my dumb bullshit somewhere where it's not going to backfire. Also, I don't know why the fuck, but my YouTube algorithm suddenly popped up that stupid Say Yes to the Dress show that my mom would always talk about and fucking hell, I've gone down the rabbit hole watching the damn thing while thinking about when I went dress shopping with my mom, the letter my dad wrote for me for the day I did find a dress, and all the other associated memories and how that time has come and gone and was completely wasted and will never happen again. I'm a complete pathetic fucking mess, now. That one guy I really liked 15 years ago really wasn't wrong when he called me "just another stupid woman", I guess.