#dopeboys

Remember the other day when I said to yall that my old dopeboys have figured out the area and where I live and started pretty much stalking me following me texting me and driving past where I live a lot. It’s OK I won’t do drugs again and I still Loves them :) They are nice they just watch and follow me xD

It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing, big shirt and pants or tank top and shorts, hair up or down, makeup or not, whatever. Dopeboys always find me, whether I knew them from the past to just now xD Always pulling up on me and messaging me and asking to see me. But they’re all nice to me and the ones I stay close with these days always tell me that they Love me and are proud of me for getting clean and sober :) Sometimes it grinds my gears when they message me all day every day about how much they Love me though xD

My dopeboy Bigdog that I have relied on for over 10 years until I got clean and sober finds me outside periodically after I go periods of sobriety. He always gives me a wake up when he finds me like that and tells me to call him back he’s here for me. This time he found me the other day he tried giving me a wake up but I turned him down but now I know he’s still there to call if I need hard. It’s fucking with my head because I know his drugs are good and he always hooks it up too. And when I call him, it’s not like I’m smoking and getting high in the streets and trap houses because he serves me where I’m staying and I’m always inside by myself when I’m smoking his hard. I’ve just had spent at least $100,000 on his hard (the other over $100,000 of hard I’ve smoked was given to me by Bigdog and others,) and it’s too hard to not keep spending. I just can’t stop until I’m burnt out and then when I wake up I do it all over again. This time around, I think it’s the wisest decision to continue staying detoxed and off of it