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There was once a time in my life when I did meth. This was along time ago when I was sixteen. I decided that it's not worth it anymore, so I quit.
Last night I hung around a bunch of people who does meth twenty four seven. There was a strong urge to do it because I missed it SOOOO much... But there was this little part of me that just couldn't do it. So I didn't do it! Everyone be fucking proud of me, damnit!
My eye hurts like a bitch and I think it's swollen. It's like that one time last year when I got a piece of glitter in my eye and it scratched it and made my eye lids huge and puffy. Hurts like a son of a bitch. Or a daughter of a bitch. Either or. Heh.
Last night I hung around a bunch of people who does meth twenty four seven. There was a strong urge to do it because I missed it SOOOO much... But there was this little part of me that just couldn't do it. So I didn't do it! Everyone be fucking proud of me, damnit!
My eye hurts like a bitch and I think it's swollen. It's like that one time last year when I got a piece of glitter in my eye and it scratched it and made my eye lids huge and puffy. Hurts like a son of a bitch. Or a daughter of a bitch. Either or. Heh.