r/PinellasPnP

Chillin solo with nobody to share with.

Right because who the fuck wants to go to
Rehab? But. NGL. I love rehab. I always get a girlfriend and I hit the gym everyday I talk about my feelings go swimming three great meals. Go WhiteSands!

I just can’t do drugs. I don’t have parents or family I can crash with… like after a week long PnP insanity where I’ve been Bakeracted and accused others of stealing and up for days and all I want to do is have meth sex I’ll tell you I love you I’ll massage you I’ll spoil you just have meth sex with me.

But see then I can’t let go and end up sending 32 texts about why you’re not here right now naked again.

And because I’m crazy my meth sex is four hours long. With lots of lube and mutual masturbation and skin to skin just unngggh.

It’s like the most vanilla thing that I can do even on stims.

And I’m OK with that.

I’m ok with it I find it… I’ve gotten to know a couple people and there’s something so intimate about having a women’s clit in your mouth and she’s telling you about her childhood. That shit stays in your brain. I honestly feel like I knew each one by the time the psychosis kicked in.

From birthday to hobbies to names of their cats their birth order I mean everything. Everything.

And maybe that’s because I’m dying for connection. Real connection. That sort of connection without meth takes a long time.

But that’s what I want. I want a silly girl who loves me and understands me and helps me become a better man. And I sacrifice my life for hers just as Jesus did for the church.

My friend Anna can get me a job selling health insurance in West Palm making over $1200 a week after treatment… so why not.

But for this last day… this one more all alone in a hotel with tons of meth and Gatorade and lube…

Someone should come play with me.

Because I like getting to know people.