Why am I writing this shit? I don't know. I'm fucking pissed. A) my Ritalin has worn off B) Kate has contacted me, still lying about giving me a date rape drug. She might be able to get her daughter back and she's shifting it about my threat with the Feds and the hair test.
I don't belong here. I ain't been abused or lost my kids. I'm just a silly little rich girl who loves drugs. I will always be a junkie, I don't wanna change, just stop opiates.
I like my room mate. C likes Eminem too.
I don't reckon I'll sleep tonight.
Food is on par with Springfield.
It's shit and I want out.
Can't wait to bang up when I'm out.
Fuck this
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