Rehab aint always for Quitters

I just got out of rehab after a two month heroin binge where at the ending point I was in handcuffs in the back of a cop car. My boyfriend gave the cops a bullshit story about how it was my first time and they did let me go. They called my parents since I was driving my moms car and made me go home, luckily for me they didn't find three bags of dope in my purse so I got high then went to see em. I was forced to go to detox or they'd have me committed so I went and it was hell but I did it. And from there I went to rehab.
At stonington institute I did over forty days. I commenced and everything. Got my little coin and was sent out the door. I havent ever been sober like this since I began using which started at fourteen. Four years of a foggy veil. I never knew how fucking HARD it was to just live inside my own head. I can have two thoughts screaming and conflicting at each other at once.
I aint gonna quite though. Not yet at least.
I just wanna be highhhh.