I called it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Here I am, picking up another newcomer chip and I didn’t
even have an opportunity to get one for my first ever 90 days.
Oh well. As my Dad would say, two steps forward, one step
back. Although this feels more like two steps forward, trip on a rock, break
both legs, one step back, fall into a sinkhole.
I give up. I do not want this anymore. Using was miserable.
Being clean is miserable.
Existence, not worth it… yet here I am. It’s loaded,
pointing right at me.
Push the plunger, dim the lights. Pull the trigger, silent
nights.
