Ok, so I have everything figured out, then. Good. I’ll just continue as is until something changes.
So, “as is” means I take another hit, because I’m starting to convulse, again. That and my nerves are starting to feel like some kind of weird rubber. So, that’s it, then. More drugs, because that’s the smart thing to do, tonight.
I’m not going to rehab. NOT. Because… because I’m NOT. Because it isn’t “me”. Yeah, that’s right. It’s not, and I think we can all tell that.
I mean, I’m a genius, right? Smartest man in the world, no doubt. I DON’T need rehab. DON’T. So there.
Right, ok. Yeah, so there.
Ouch, lol. My nerves are having some kind of seizure, I think. Right. But I can handle it. Right. It’s everyone else that’s wrong, not me!
Right!
Right.
yeah.