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The previous fold's lone period laid menstrual blood in a spouting river until it was knee-high. Our settee was completely ruined. Right in the middle of "Supernatural". Is that

weird? No I ask you dear reader, is that weird? I don't mean weird like odd, I mean weird like bone-rubberizing oogly sights of an organic beast monster that makes your flesh bits

burn to the point of physical pain. That's the kind of weird I'm talking about. Or maybe I'm talking about an STD. Or....wait. No, no, I remember. Okay, let me start over.

I probably should have stayed in rehab that last time. But then again, I don't understand how white walls, ugly nurses, and medication are supposed to make me want to STOP doing

drugs. Besides, I don't even do drugs; they do me. I'll just be sitting there minding my own business when a line of coke or a hit of X will just pop itself up my nose or in my

Vein. Drugs are not controlling me, I'm sure of that. I just like to use them 4-5 times a day, and if I don't, I get the shivers and vomit uncontrollably. I control the drugs, not

vice versa. You may think that's the drugs talking, but would drugs talk with slurred speech? Of course not. They're meticulously concocted in backyard sheds to be slurry-free.

And that's how I've come to realize that even though I thought I was sober...I really was a mess.Checked into rehab,got clean,got a job and used my first payment to pay my dealer.