Josh in rehab.
I am taken to a room where we had to do some group activity. Great. Just what I need! A whole new bunch of hookah smokers and crack addicts!
The instructor hands out paper and pens. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?! Draw a fuckin drawing?!
He tells us to draw circles on the paper, the bigger ones represented what was more important in our lives. I drew a huge circle, and labeled it music. Wow, heroin wasn't on the top of my list! That's weird!
Next I draw a circle and write cutting. No surprise. Finally I draw a circle and write heroin. Yep, that's basically me. Music, heroin, and cutting. The roles of a troubled teenager.
I feel so damn crappy, after this group thing. Well if that was evaluation, I should probably imagine what my detox sessions will be like. I hate this place so much.
I go back to my room, and flop on the bed. I feel so bad right now. The heroin is wearing off, and I think I'm gonna throw up again. Great.
I press a call button on my bed. The nurse from earlier comes in.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit!" I grumble.
She gives me more pills. Now I'm gonna get addicted to that shit too!
I swallow them, as my head throbs. I still feel like I'm going to puke! I bury my head into my pillow, ad I wait for the room to stop spinning ninety miles a minute.
I look at her, blinking. Then I puke, all over the bed, and myself. Goddammit I hate myself so much right now!
She grabs a bucket, and slides it under my nose.
I stop throwing up about a minute later and goddamn! This room smells like shit!
She grabs some pill, and I look at her wearily. She can tell I need medicine--badly too!
She looks at me, "You need to take something."
"I know." I swallow the pill, and lie back.
I'm gonna sleep now. Screw it!
Im watching khr right now! It's crazzzy! Enjoy the chappie! R&R please? Xo jules