Josh is all angsty.
I grab my duffel bag, and rummage through it, grabbing a pill box with Advil. My head hurts like a motherfucker, and I feel like throwing up. I have been dying I swear.
Someone comes into my room, with a paper that reads: "Patient Evaluation for Joshua Ramsay"
Fuck. I hate this.
I grab some pens and scribble my birthdate, and other shit on the paper. My iPod is playing "Home Sweet Hole" by Bring Me The Horizon. It describes me perfectly, this addiction, no, need for heroin is as subtle as a shotgun and as heavy as a brick!
It's killing me slowly, and hitting the ones I need in my life hard, really fucking hard.
I fall asleep after reading over the fucking paper.
I need to get out of here.
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