Aliveelectricwire

Because I was going through such bad withdrawal they made me go to a hospital to get medically cleared. I'm tired and I hope I make it this time. I also got evicted, my ex-spouse picked up my dog and said I can never see Basil again, and said they were glad they miscarried our kid. So I'm having a time of it rn. Love you all. Keep the lights on for me.

Currently in a hospital bed just chilling, shaking, exhausted and going to rehab once I'm physically able to. This sucks. And my ex hasn't picked up my dog yet even though I've been in the hospital for days pictured: the IV tree of life.

He wants to hire me as a talent scout when I leave rehab, but is willing to pay for my recovery home once I leave rehab. According to him he's "Dummy rich, an anarchist, and was saved by someone in the same way" in the 90s. Can I get fucked over by accepting this dude's help?

After surviving being stabbed, shot at, and fucking sexually assaulted I did what any normal person going thru multiple traumatic events does: I started to drink. I am so addicted to alcohol that I shake when I don't have it (I started drinking again a week and a half ago) and after ground scoring a bag of heroin, then smoking DMT at a punk show, I realized I need significant help. I've already been in talks with my ex over who can take care of our dog while I'm in rehab. I love y'all but I'm going dark for 3 or so months until I get in a recovery home. Leave the lights on for me. Imma try to nip this in the bud before I die and spend the next 24 hours absolutely spoiling my dog Basil, who I'm pretty sure I'll never see again after my ex-spouse picks him up. Imma buy him his fav treat: McDonald's fries and hold him and sob.

This is how Basil sleeps usually

Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline. Or maybe it's an EF5

Some dude tried to merc me over my 7 year old android and that wasn't the worst part. The cops who responded literally searched me, made me explain my tattoos to prove they weren't gang related, told me to stop crying, and told me it was my fault I almost got offed for going to subway. I fucking hate America. The only reason I'll be able to sleep is because I have 120 pounds of "fuck you" guarding me. (I love my pitbull son)

Look at this "totally didn't do anything" face.

I have about 7k in precious metals, and 2k in fire arms (and ammo) I do not have main character syndrome so I recognize my life as a trans woman is in extreme danger. How do I GTFO of the US? I'm having the most intense panic attack I've ever had and just want advice to escape extreme facism

I'm an amazing shot but I don't suffer from main character syndrome, so I'd be the stoned to the bone quartermaster who cleans all guns just for fun.

Just checked my tounge for over 8 areas I had a cousin who was insisting over the cake and I just casually dropped "Second Basil marks the Saddam?" And the threw me a ceremony bc *I WORE A BLACK TIE,

extra blurry bc he is extra happy and extra vibrate