disillusioned
Fuchsia
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Just fucking lol at all this absolute bullshit about how the effects of substances are 'fake happiness' or whatever bluepill bs retard normies believe. I drank for nearly 14 years and only stopped because I fucked myself by going overboard in the last couple years of it, stupidly drinking 2 times a week instead of just once, and thus making my brain physically dependent (this triggers withdrawal and makes it impossible to continue drinking). Before this happened, drinking was a super legit cope and I'm legitimately enraged (been sober nearly a year now) that I will never be able to drink again. It's making me borderline suicidal.
Normies will tell you that alcohol and drugs screw you by making you unable to enjoy 'normal' things, but while that's true, it's not for the reasons they tell you. You will never look at the world the same way again after you've experienced it shitfaced. Everything hits different. The music, the noises, whatever it is that you're doing... it's a different state of existing. Nothing, NOTHING, will ever compare to this while sober. Nothing.
It's like something's been stolen from you. Like someone scooped a chunk out of your soul. I no longer have my 'special place' to go to. What's the point, then?
"Bruh just get a hobby bruh don't be a loser bruh!
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But there's the funny thing about that. I DO have hobbies. I write web fiction, even successful ones, and have thousands of readers. I even have enough disposable income to hire people on freelance sites to help me with my game dev projects. I am 10x more hobbymaxxed than 99% of humans. Yet this is STILL how I feel. Fuck it, I'd probably still feel this way even if I had a girlfriend or wife. There is no substitie for alcohol. Period.
Normies will tell you that alcohol and drugs screw you by making you unable to enjoy 'normal' things, but while that's true, it's not for the reasons they tell you. You will never look at the world the same way again after you've experienced it shitfaced. Everything hits different. The music, the noises, whatever it is that you're doing... it's a different state of existing. Nothing, NOTHING, will ever compare to this while sober. Nothing.
It's like something's been stolen from you. Like someone scooped a chunk out of your soul. I no longer have my 'special place' to go to. What's the point, then?
"Bruh just get a hobby bruh don't be a loser bruh!
But there's the funny thing about that. I DO have hobbies. I write web fiction, even successful ones, and have thousands of readers. I even have enough disposable income to hire people on freelance sites to help me with my game dev projects. I am 10x more hobbymaxxed than 99% of humans. Yet this is STILL how I feel. Fuck it, I'd probably still feel this way even if I had a girlfriend or wife. There is no substitie for alcohol. Period.