pecking this out with my other hand like baba fuckin booey, did i mention fuck? because, FUCK.
no halo, no medal of awesome, might be able to do dead rising, dont know whats going to happen at work, especially after my worst week job performance wise of my life...
so should i go to the er? am i going to need a goddamn splint to sleep tonight? just tested for crevitus, also just reaffirmed that you should definitely NOT be doing that that test on yourself
dont even ask me how i did it, to myself, with my other hand no less! its embarrassing, and downright implausible for the vast majority of other people, unless they also happen to be a fucking twacked out dickhead who is absolutely, every time, utterly incapable from stopping themselves maybe not ingest every last bit of the uppers in their possession or general vicinity without pause for stupid shit like eating or sleeping until its all gone
you know what? fuck you, adderall, fucker. you were fun for like twenty minutes or until the sweating starts, and then its not fun, at all, but you keep downing another dose, and another one, just so you can feel like literally not wanting to die until the next time. i'm never taking you again, you turned my days into bleak shitscapes and my nights into something akin to going through the wormhole at the end of 2001: a space odyssey, except with way shittier music and at the end the obelisk tips over onto the main characters feeble reaching arm, squashing it like a fucking pancake, THE END.
fuck you, the dumb doctor you rode in on, your entire extended pharmacological family tree, and finally fuck me for fucking myself over with this bullshit for half a decade
