Last night I took drugs when I swore that I wouldn't. I even lectured this boy who loves me and wants to be my boyfriend about the evil of drugs and I swore that they had distorted and ruined the last year of my life. And then I took drugs. But I didn't have that much fun. I just lay there in bed, thinking about the fucked up things people say when they are on drugs and hating them for it. I hate it when people say how much they love and care for each other when they are on drugs, especially when they don't say it to me.
Confession posted on 01/16/2001