Today is the first day I'm completely, one hundred percent clean and sober.
And I feel like utter f*****g asshole. I woke up twenty minutes ago, and my body aches so f*****g bad I can hardly roll over. There's still some lingering nausea, but after the last seven days of puking and spewing out of my ass, I don't think there's anything left. Groaning, I fling myself into a sitting position and sigh, rubbing my hands up and down my face. The worst thing about the last seven days is how bad I want to get high. Despite everything, this little, evil parasite is in the back of my head telling me to just do one more line, and I'll be okay. The pain will stop, the headache, the emotions— just one little bit.
Dragging ass to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. . . cell, whatever this s**t
