Speedrun of How to Screw Up Your Life

[soldiersboi]

Speedrun of How to Screw Up Your Life ​

A few months ago I started using steroids. Up until then, everything was fine. The first problem came when my mom found my needles and injection supplies. But honestly, I didn't care because she hadn't found the steroids themselves, so I just kept using them.

A few weeks later I made a terrible mistake. My libido was insanely high, so I decided to look for prostitutes. Since I couldn't find any services in my town and I was extremely horny, I took the first bus to a neighboring city.

I left home early and lied, saying I was going to the gym, then to watch a soccer game, and afterward to a friend's house. But my parents are incredibly annoying and kept calling me constantly to find out where I was.

Long story short, the plan went from bad to worse. I'll tell the full story another time, but basically I ended up losing my phone. As a domino effect, my parents unlocked it (never use your mother's birthday as a password) and discovered everything: steroids, drugs, and more.

I lost all my steroids, but there was still hope. I had another order arriving in the next few days with tren, test, deca, and some other stuff. Since I'm not the type to give up easily, I kept using everything as usual.

Then, during the second week, my parents found my testosterone. I was forced to stop my cycle. They never really talked to me about it, but I stayed alert and decided to take a break. I started a PCT with Proviron and HCG until I recovered my testosterone levels so I could eventually restart the cycle.

I managed to recover and kept everything hidden inside my school backpack. There was no reason for my parents to look there. But one day I was looking for one of those alcohol cleaning wipes because I needed to inject HCG. In my mind, everything had to be sterile.

So I turned my backpack upside down looking for it. I didn't think my dad would find that suspicious, especially since it was almost time for school. But apparently he did.

After I found the alcohol wipes, I went to get the HCG, which I had hidden somewhere else in the refrigerator. I left the backpack lying open. I never imagined my dad would search through it. It was practically out in the open already, and it seemed like it would be stupid for anyone to check.

But for some reason he did.

He went through everything until he found all my steroids hidden inside a glasses case that I used to store my spare glasses. Unfortunately, I got caught for the second time.

I received one of the biggest lectures of my life and a bunch of threats. According to my dad, he was going to take me to the police and do all kinds of things. He also found Xanax and some other stuff, but that's not very important.

He made me hand over the rest of my syringes and needles. He claimed he was going to call the police or child protective services and get permission to search my room. So I handed over some of it—not everything, obviously—just enough to satisfy him and make him leave.

I got heavily punished. I lost access to my Xbox and computer. I wasn't allowed to receive money anymore. I lost access to my bank accounts and a bunch of other things.

To make things even worse, during the same week a kid tried to pull down my pants, and I reacted first, which resulted in a fight and a suspension from school.

So basically, I was completely screwed.

I got demoted to working manual labor at my dad's company and lost pretty much every privilege I had.

Fortunately, I managed to continue my PCT, and I still have some Xanax with me.

My plan now is to wait until my dad falls asleep, take the keys to his office—where my steroids are probably being kept—get them back, hide them somewhere better, wait for everything to calm down, and then start using them again.

 

[Don_and-idk]

Speedrun of How to Screw Up Your Life ​

A few months ago I started using steroids. Up until then, everything was fine. The first problem came when my mom found my needles and injection supplies. But honestly, I didn't care because she hadn't found the steroids themselves, so I just kept using them.

A few weeks later I made a terrible mistake. My libido was insanely high, so I decided to look for prostitutes. Since I couldn't find any services in my town and I was extremely horny, I took the first bus to a neighboring city.

I left home early and lied, saying I was going to the gym, then to watch a soccer game, and afterward to a friend's house. But my parents are incredibly annoying and kept calling me constantly to find out where I was.

Long story short, the plan went from bad to worse. I'll tell the full story another time, but basically I ended up losing my phone. As a domino effect, my parents unlocked it (never use your mother's birthday as a password) and discovered everything: steroids, drugs, and more.

I lost all my steroids, but there was still hope. I had another order arriving in the next few days with tren, test, deca, and some other stuff. Since I'm not the type to give up easily, I kept using everything as usual.

Then, during the second week, my parents found my testosterone. I was forced to stop my cycle. They never really talked to me about it, but I stayed alert and decided to take a break. I started a PCT with Proviron and HCG until I recovered my testosterone levels so I could eventually restart the cycle.

I managed to recover and kept everything hidden inside my school backpack. There was no reason for my parents to look there. But one day I was looking for one of those alcohol cleaning wipes because I needed to inject HCG. In my mind, everything had to be sterile.

So I turned my backpack upside down looking for it. I didn't think my dad would find that suspicious, especially since it was almost time for school. But apparently he did.

After I found the alcohol wipes, I went to get the HCG, which I had hidden somewhere else in the refrigerator. I left the backpack lying open. I never imagined my dad would search through it. It was practically out in the open already, and it seemed like it would be stupid for anyone to check.

But for some reason he did.

He went through everything until he found all my steroids hidden inside a glasses case that I used to store my spare glasses. Unfortunately, I got caught for the second time.

I received one of the biggest lectures of my life and a bunch of threats. According to my dad, he was going to take me to the police and do all kinds of things. He also found Xanax and some other stuff, but that's not very important.

He made me hand over the rest of my syringes and needles. He claimed he was going to call the police or child protective services and get permission to search my room. So I handed over some of it—not everything, obviously—just enough to satisfy him and make him leave.

I got heavily punished. I lost access to my Xbox and computer. I wasn't allowed to receive money anymore. I lost access to my bank accounts and a bunch of other things.

To make things even worse, during the same week a kid tried to pull down my pants, and I reacted first, which resulted in a fight and a suspension from school.

So basically, I was completely screwed.

I got demoted to working manual labor at my dad's company and lost pretty much every privilege I had.

Fortunately, I managed to continue my PCT, and I still have some Xanax with me.

My plan now is to wait until my dad falls asleep, take the keys to his office—where my steroids are probably being kept—get them back, hide them somewhere better, wait for everything to calm down, and then start using them again.

yeah no ones reading allat TLr nigger

 

[soldiersboi]

Yeah, even I found it a drag to write this, but there's always someone who wants to read it.