Eventually, this becomes quite a bit like revving the engine on a dead 1984 Ford LTD. I should know because that’s what I drove in high school. It died a lot and I had to keep driving it.
The worst part is having to stand withered next to the good version of yourself that everybody remembers and liked.
On the bright side, I’m fairly certain you can crush up Klonopin and put it on a cupcake. YAHTZEE!