So What's One More Excuse? I Guess I Just Like the Abuse.

I woke up in an alley. I must have gotten high with some more strangers.

I look at my watch, it's about 8 AM. Last time I saw my parents was yesterday. The last thing they said, was rehab or get out.

Maybe I should go to rehab? I mean, I could find more people to get high with. And maybe it would just get people off my back.

I mean, if I go to rehab, and then pretend to get clean, I can just come right back out and go back to heroin. Right?

I'm not going to give up something that I really love, anyway.

Even in this abusive, twisted relationship.

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'Josh?'

'Mom, it's me.'

'Oh honey we were so worried!'

'Mom I'll go to rehab.'

She smiled. It made me sick. Could I really lie to my mother?

Of course.

I'll do anything for drugs.

I need to have a relationship with someone.

Someone who won't emotionally hurt me. Ever.

I'm sick of my parents only caring about music.

Is music really more important than family?