Naytinator.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I've said, "FUCK YOU" a few more times and in a few different ways than I've wanted to recently but this is what I've had to do. I've had to weed out all of the assholes, liars, hydros and codones.
When the dude said, "I am sensitive to pill addictions" I thought, "Okay, do something quick, Nay."
When the ex in Germany said, "I'll fucking tell you're family right now" I yelled, "But, I'm quitting. I'm just finishing the rest." I knew I had to turn my life around.

It wasn't that I was any different when I was loaded or high. I was actually freakishly the same. I felt infinite like any addict would and the most important part was the numbness. I had waited almost my entire life to feel nothing and I finally figured out how to do it. But my liver would hurt and I'd find my wallet $100 less richer. I would continue to drink and smoke and play chemist and mix, mix, mix 'til I found the perfect high. It was to the point where being sober just...hurt.

So here I am, totally sober. I mean, from the 'scripts and that's what counts. I've been clean for some weeks and though I've found that some of my body parts ache, my heart does not.

...and will not. Hopefully.