A week ago today I went and fucked up again, almost right after an NA meeting too. I thought I was just going to hang out with an old friend for an hour or two and it turned into a five day run. I had no intention of using when I left up until the time when someone put it right in front of me. Even then all I really wanted was to call one person and beg them to come and get me. Something so fucking simple that I was scared to do cost me so much. I know that for myself I need to stay clean and if the gods don't hate me maybe things will work out. Granted I don't see much hope for this, the working out part at least.
Well over 90 days, one very important relationship and my drug test down the toilet. The bitch of it all is, getting high was even fun this time. It just made me miss...it just got me to think about my life.
Well over 90 days, one very important relationship and my drug test down the toilet. The bitch of it all is, getting high was even fun this time. It just made me miss...it just got me to think about my life.
