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“I remember growing up and hearing the topic of drugs. Always being warned. We could over dose, or get diseases or end up looking 50 when we’re 30. But nobody ever fucking warns us about the actual scary parts. They don’t tell you about lying in bed at 3am because you honestly can’t sleep. And you’re alone. And you can’t stop crying. And you feel like you have this monster inside of your body just trying to rip itself out. They never tell you that feinding for dope actually isn’t the worst thing. The worst thing is that you can no longer be “normal”. You’re not that girl who can have a few beers at the party and enjoy herself. You’re the girl who is drowning herself in alcohol while figuring out ways that she can rationalize ditching all her “normal” friends to go and pick up meth or oxy or just anything because she simply cannot live another minute inside of her own skin when she’s sober. They never fucking tell you that.”

What do you call a single kernel on a corn cob?

1) Put four pills on each side. The heavier side has the pill. Take the four pills from the heavier side.

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