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you might call it.

Work. Home. Work

again, all

up and down.

I’ve tried to keep

cool about my use.

But I can’t not get

high,

especially in the early

A.M., have to get to work,

deal with that crap.

And

then I go home, deal

with that crap too.

That brings me down, way

low,

especially since I’ve only

heard from Trey twice

in two weeks.

Still,

Mom and Scott have tried

to leave me alone. In fact,

; they’ve remained mostly

silent,

despite their assessing

stares, which must confirm

every suspicion. Hunter

cries

a lot, it seems. I do my best