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yesterday i spent a lot of time vomiting. i have taken dopesickness to a new level, now i puke my guts out every time i do heroin along with all the other classic withdrawal symptoms. so just as my love for the drug was fading completely, my boyfriend came home with a bag of 40 mg oxycodones, saying they were probably fake. but i looked it up, and nope, they're real! they're the time-release kind that gel up when you try to cook them, so i'm parachuting them. it feels nice and wholesome to not be injecting drugs.