Still Friday. I would love a bottle of Jack Daniels right now. What the fuck to do?
I need a cell.
Suffer ye the little children.
Friday evening.
I don’t know anymore if it’s Friday. It might be Saturday. I fell asleep. I think I slept. I don’t feel to bad. I’m still so fucking bored. I need something to do. I still can’t think straight. I think it’s day 6 today.
Last time I was having convulsions in hospital before I went to rehab. Again I don’t remember much but I remember being on a drip I couldn’t sleep for about 10 days. I remember blood all over my clothes. I remember being on a lot of medication. Every time it gets worse. I still need to be taken off the medication.
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