My dealer is literally like family to me. He’s my best friend. When I was thinking of going to rehab he said he wanted to talk about how he could best support me—in other words how we could still be friends without him fucking that up (I don’t believe in cutting people off like that—if I can’t have the willpower, fuck it). He legit loves me.
The last fent dealer I had cut off my ex when I asked him, because he genuinely wanted better for us. There are definitely good dealers out there. Sad he got back on everything and started losing it a bit. I stopped talking to him because he’s on a really destructive path right now, but I genuinely wish him the best. He was also the person that made me realize just how bad my Phenibut addiction was
My ex-friend, the one I’m still torn up over, used to be one of my dealers. They lived far away but I would pick up from them as an excuse to go hang out.
I asked them not to sell (meth) to me anymore because I was trying to quit. But then I gave up again. I asked if I could pick up a dub from them because my main dealer was out and his plug wasn’t getting back to him. They texted back “No you may not.” Another time I went and asked, pleaded for them to sell to me. They said no. When I begged they went like “Let me think about that for a seco—No.” And they continued to persist as time went on, because they’re a “Man of their word” lol.
And a couple years ago, I went to buy heroin for someone, and—they looked like they’d been crying, and they asked me in what sounded like the most pitiful, heartbreaking voice if I was “sure” it wasn’t for me.
My dealer is literally like family to me. He’s my best friend. When I was thinking of going to rehab he said he wanted to talk about how he could best support me—in other words how we could still be friends without him fucking that up (I don’t believe in cutting people off like that—if I can’t have the willpower, fuck it). He legit loves me.
The last fent dealer I had cut off my ex when I asked him, because he genuinely wanted better for us. There are definitely good dealers out there. Sad he got back on everything and started losing it a bit. I stopped talking to him because he’s on a really destructive path right now, but I genuinely wish him the best. He was also the person that made me realize just how bad my Phenibut addiction was
My ex-friend, the one I’m still torn up over, used to be one of my dealers. They lived far away but I would pick up from them as an excuse to go hang out.
I asked them not to sell (meth) to me anymore because I was trying to quit. But then I gave up again. I asked if I could pick up a dub from them because my main dealer was out and his plug wasn’t getting back to him. They texted back “No you may not.” Another time I went and asked, pleaded for them to sell to me. They said no. When I begged they went like “Let me think about that for a seco—No.” And they continued to persist as time went on, because they’re a “Man of their word” lol.
And a couple years ago, I went to buy heroin for someone, and—they looked like they’d been crying, and they asked me in what sounded like the most pitiful, heartbreaking voice if I was “sure” it wasn’t for me.