• Something told me that I had taken a bite out of this, too big for me to chew. I watched as everything slowly burned to the ground around me. My job was the first thing to go, I was alright with this, as who needs a job? I would find something to do, odd jobs around old ladies houses. Sure. That would work. Then I started losing my friends, they all started to get tired of helping me get rid of my problem. And slowly gave up on me. This hit me hard, but I told myself, 'Don't worry, It will be alright just keep on doin what your doin.' Then Family, Goooodbye family. Oh, who needs them. I can take care of myself, right?
    And suddenly, I realised I was alone. I remember laying in bed one night, and breaking down in tears. I felt so pathetic, I felt so weak. What kind of man cries?

    I was weak, I was too skinny. And I couldnt write anything, as my hands shook so bad. My clothes were in rags, and the place I called home was a cardboard box, with Wal-Mart written on the side. Teenagers threw rocks at me, and made fun of my poor appereance. I huddled around a small fire everynight for warmth. I was pathetic, I had no bed to cry in now. I was alone in this world, and no one cared.

    I couldnt believe that something as simple as a party had ruined my life, that 'one time only' needle in my arm. Had turned into a addiction, All of my money, Gone. To a stupid needle, with illegal drugs inside. I ruined myself, And I can accept that now.

    I have accepted the fact, that I'm going to sleep on the streets in my Wal-Mart box every night. I have accepted the fact, that no one loves me. Because I am disgusting. And I have accepted the fact, That I am a truely pathetic human being.