If you've read any of my previous stories, you already know a lot about me and my life as an addict.
If you haven't, then prepare yourself for some ugly, dark, deep shit. Because that's what I write about - true stories of my life that are pretty fucked up.
I've painted quite a picture in my previous posts - but there is still so much that I haven't told.
The little daily stories that were the parts of my whole.
The truths, the struggles, the daily grind of an addict - it isn't fucking pretty.
And I wouldn't wish this life on my worst enemy - seriously. It's so ugly and painful to even think about.