Friends only

Hiiiiii. They let me come home because I'm not going to die or anything. I feel like fucking hell, but I'll be okay. I feel like I can deal with this myself this time. Well...not 'myself' because I'm hardly alone with you all. And thank you. Thank you for reminding me of that. I appreciate it more than words could say. But I do feel you all make me strong enough not to need to lock myself away from the world for fear I'll slip again. I won't lie. What happened to me makes it harder. I tasted something again that I yearn for every day, through no fault of my own. But you know...it didn't exactly land me in Disneyworld, did it? I still feel like puking. And suddenly heroin is even less appealing.

The recording of the things that happened with Renton is really fuzzy so...I get to testify. In court. Where lots and lots of people get to hear the things I did.

Fun.