It's Saturday and it doesn't feel like a weekend. Kind of ironic come to think of it. Yesterday after work, I went to Chapters Bookstore to get 2 new books. "Sadest Girl In The World" by Cathy Glass and also "Girl In The Mirror" also by Cathy Glass. I love reading her books. They're somewhat sad, but also uplifting in an odd senseable way. :/
So after getting my books, memories and flashbacks engulfed my mind. It was like I was held hostage and could not controll the rush of thoughts and ideas. I was in "Meth Town" as I like to call it. It was where I used to meet all my ex dealers and hook up with old friends to get high. All the familiar places still for some reason trigger something in me. I was going insane and just wanting to get away. Fast. I prayed to God. I was really, really wanting the meth again. Stronger then any other time, I walked away without having gotten some! Thank you God! I also managed to stay clear of getting my hands on the coke. Again, Thank you God. Who knows where I'd be this minute if He didn't give me the courage to walk away. I'd be high right now, and tomorrow and probably years to come. But I'm not. Still sobre, still growing, and still.... living?