Tonight backfired—epically. I went out with the intent to find someone who knew who I was, but I got a lot more than I bargained for. The only positive thing I can be thankful for is the fact that I didn’t succumb to the white noise.
Once the cab dropped me off, I staggered into my home, never needing the comfort of these four walls more than I do right now. My room has been my haven for the past few hours. Staring out into the lake from my balcony, I almost wish I could sink my worries to the bottom. But I can’t. It’s because of this lake that I’m here—in hell.
Tonight, I uncovered something about myself no person would want to know. But there is no denying the truth. It seems I was a drug user who had no qualms about sleeping with her dealer. If that isn’t bad enough, I am evidently a
