(Each chapter of this book will have the title of tv shows, movies, songs, and bands.)
I relapsed.
I wanted to forget everything that has ever happened, or will happen.
I know Danika and Franklin were enjoying this. They did this to me.
I went to my dealer (Katherine with a K) and scored some free meth and cocaine. I smoked it and snorted it. Then I got some heroin, I Injected it.
Afterwards I went to a bar. I got completely wasted.
I repeated this exact cycle for weeks. I cried every now and then and all I wanted was sex. But I had stopped having sex with strangers. My vag was healing from all the dick it had taken. And I haven't had sex since I lost my legs so I don't know what will happen.
Dressed in my sluttiest clothes I was ready for anything.
I went to the nearest prostitution service and offered my services for free.
I felt exhilarated as I was going back to my origins, months after stopping. My first client was a girl named Laurspleen. She drove me back to her place, and while in the car we had a dry ass conversation. Non-important. Anyways we got back to her place and we had intense lesbian sex. Scissoring, mouth on vag, vag on mouth, ass on mouth, mouth on ass, ass on ass, vag on vag, etc...
She had the widest vag I had ever seen.
Anyways after that I went back to the prostitution business and had sex with one more girl and two guys.
I went back to my apartment, did a few more drugs and listened to some Lana.
With all these drugs and all this sex, I do not have to grieve.
And I don't.