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Diary of a junkie: Bygones

28/10/2016

By Garnet

Cry as hard as you want to, but make sure that when you're done crying, you never cry for the same reason again.

We were spellbound long after Onome had gone out of the room, nobody said anything, the silence in the room felt like we were transiting back in time.

After what seemed like five hours, (which in all honesty wasn't up to twenty minutes) Dan finally drew a long breath, and while referring to no one in particular, he asked "should we go after him?"

Stephen stood up and was ready to grab his keys in response to Dan's question when he stopped short... "I'll go after him. I know where he'll be".

Charles had always been an enigma, and I didn't even bother to know what was going on in his head, because well that's a school I'll never graduate from.

“Are you insane?”

That was me. I couldn't bite those words down my throat anymore. I mean, this guy just caused the possible end to something that I hear has been going on almost three years now. He's hurt his friend beyond imagination, and now he suddenly wants to play nice? Hell no!

“After what you've done, you still want to go after him? What's inside of you isn't a conscience Charles.”

With that, I grabbed my packet of cigarette and stormed out of the room.

“Why was I so angry?” I asked myself later on after the dust had settled.

I told myself I had no right to have lashed out at Charles the way I did, but I did, and thinking back now, I don't think I ever felt remorse.

I managed to convince myself that it's because I'm annoyingly emotional, I probably shared Onome's pain without knowing.
I was sitting on the boot of Stephen's car when I saw Charles almost running to his car. He stopped abruptly when he saw me.

"I know you probably hate me already, and I honestly don't blame you for it. I deserve even worse. I'm not worthy to be amongst you guys, but you guys mean a whole lot to me, and I'm hoping I can make things right.”

With that, he gave me one last look, dashed into his car and drove off.

Leave it to me to go all jelly for a guy that knows how to coin words.

I was enjoying the cool breeze, with my cigarette, going inside was totally out of the question. I dunno how long I was outside for, but I raised my head to the sound of footsteps and saw Stephen and Dan heading in my direction.

"Where's Mrs Onome?" I asked jokingly.

“She's cried herself to sleep.”

I didn't want to feel pity for her, but I couldn't help it. I know what it feels like having a fight with your boyfriend, and doing anything to satiate that hurt.

Anything? Including sleeping with my boyfriend's friend? I'd never know.....

We were each brought back to earth when two different set of headlamps came to our direction.

Onome and Charles? Unbelievable! How did Charles know where to find him?

What had he told him? You could see they had settled whatever difference was between them, even though the healing was still underway.

They walked towards us. Onome shook & hugged Stan and Dan, while he gave me the tightest hug ever.

“Where's Sharon?”

“She's inside. She cried herself to sleep, so we left her to rest.”

He flinched when I said that, gave my hand a squeeze and made for the room.
Next morning, we ended everything; the extra six bottles I didn't know existed.

And one block of SK. I dreaded our journey back home, because the people in the car were different from the ones that left to Ahoada.

Besides that, I'm very sure none of us could tell the difference between 1 and 2.

The bond grew stronger. The love was reawakened. And I'm sure we had learnt a very big lesson.

It's good to be sad. It's good to hurt. It's OK to look back on the past and wished some memories hadn't been OK.

But, it's not OK to dwell on the hurt. It's not OK to not forgive. It's not OK to let the mistakes of the past blur the golden memories of the future.

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Diary of a junkie: Codeine, weed and a game of Truth or Dare

21/10/2016

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By Garnet

I come from a place where people get high. Grades get low. And if someone has a secret, everyone knows.

I sat in between Stephen's legs on the bed, and laid my head on his chest. His friends were on the floor, playing cards, with cash involved of course, but nothing serious.

Before we settled in for the night, everyone took their baths.

Onome and Sharon showered together... (Your guess is as good as mine).

I called the restaurant, and placed orders for four plates of rice, and four plates of soup.

I called the bar and ordered for six bottles of stout, and four bottles of beer.

There were also packets of biscuit and juice we bought in Ahoada.

We had all settled, and the games had begun before the love birds came out of the bathroom grinning sheepishly.

I was comfortable on Stephen's chest. Onome was making out just beside Stephen and I, whilst my eyes were fixed to the TV and I had no idea why.

First, there were no sounds coming from it because it was on mute. It was actually turned on because it was the only source of light in the room. Different genres of music just escaped freely from the speakers. It was a battle of emotions in that room.

One time you're holy and the next time you're dancing. The next you're sober probably because a worship song just started playing.

We were smoking normally, including Onome and Sharon. We were also chatting, laughing and reigning abuses on each other.

Onome was the jolly good fellow. Supplied jokes at will. We were laughing so much our stomach ached.

"Una day snap picture ooo. Chai! I pity u". That was Onome referring to Stephen and I.

Before we could come up with a response, he goes; “Make I come follow una?"

Charles went 'babe no gree o. Make Onome smell no run enter the picture'.

I was hysterical. "Person day smell inside picture"? I asked in between laughs.

"Before nko, u no know?" That was Dan. "Even if another person no day smell for picture, no be Onome. Him own bad.”

We laughed and continued chatting about everything in general.

I grabbed the remote and was just perusing through the channels to...feed my eyes.

“Yay!!". I was so shocked I almost ran. I wasn't alone. Sharon dragged her lips off Onomes' everyone heard.

"Stephen, wetin happen?” I was forced to blurt out.

"Go back the last channel. Go back! Go back!"

I did just that and regained my position when we saw what Stephen saw that made him exclaim.

On the television were the most sumptuous meals ever.

Arranged on a table, in a transparent bowl was boiled spaghetti, pepper chicken in another bowl. Stew in another. Inside were big chunks of chicken. In another bowl lay the thickest soup I had ever seen.

There was no space in it because everywhere you turn there was something to chew. There were different fruits in another bowl. Cut in different shapes and sizes. A jug of milk stood on one end of the table.

"Just imagine say you fit put hand inside television take anything you see" That was John

Or television get tastivision? That was of course Onome.

We just laughed. I became hungry all of a sudden. I got up, grabbed two packets of biscuits, and two bottles of stout.

As though on cue, everyone did same.

For what seemed like forever, there was quiet save for the sound of teeth grinding biscuits. Each looking at nothing in particular and entertaining his own thoughts.

The songs still messing with our psyche and our gazes still transfixed on nothing in particular.

My bottle was empty, and boredom loomed the air.

"Who's up for a little adventure? Let's play spin the bottle". I said it with raised eyebrows, as though waiting for someone to decline.

By this time, Charles and Dan had resumed rolling up blunts. Cups were empty. Stephen brought out six bottles of codeine and we shared it two persons to one bottle.

Everyone was set. Apparently, my suggestion was bought.

“Anybody way no go oblige, ready to drop your 5k ooo". Leave it to Onome to always state the obvious.

"And no hard feelings. Anything that happens in Tropicana...?"

"Stays in Tropicana" we echoed after Stephen.

I was the first to start. I held the bottle and spun. It faced Dan.

'Truth or Dare?'

“Dare”, he replied.
I laughed, looked him in the eye and said “I dare you to tell us something you've never told another soul.”

I was the first one to start, and I didn't want to have a poor one.

Dan looked at every face in the group, smiled and picked a tap of kush from the table. We had all night, we didn't have any appointments so we had all the time in the world. I collected my own blunt, and the rest of the crew did same.

Dan took a few drags, blew the smoke in our faces and blurted; "I used to be gay".
Silence.....

More silence!! You can’t beat that. So we moved on. Dan spun the bottle and it faced Charles.

'Truth or Dare?'

'Truth'.

'When was the last time you had sex?'

'A week ago today'.

'Hmm! Chairman, I hail o. I think say you no get girlfriend. You have been doing some backyard business abi?'

Onome had recovered, and his chappy self was back.

Well, Charles spun the bottle and it faced Stephen.

'Truth or Dare?'

'Dare'.

'I dare you to kiss Garnet until one of us says stop'.

Stephen quietly stood up, grabbed his wallet and dropped 5k on the table.

'Jesus!! Omo, Stan, how far na? Hmm! Garnet, well done o. Who knew Stephen had a modest spirit in him?'
'Tah sharap. Garnet's more like my sister jor. Let's move on'.

He spun the bottle, and it faced Onome.

'Hian! Bros, make I first warn you o. No tell me stupid thing'.

'You too talk. Truth or Dare jor?'
'Dare'.

'Wetin I one tell you now way go hard you to do? OK, make out with your girlfriend while we watch'.

I guess Stephen forgot it was Onome he was referring to, because in split seconds, Sharon was up and in his arms. I'm sure we all knew Onome was going to go the whole nine yards without batting an eye, so we stopped him before they went any further.

'Una no well o. How Stan go send me that kind message sag na dare? Who does that?'

'You too talk. Spin bottle make we continue abeg'.

'Garnet, you don follow them day attack me? No do o. Anyways,...'

The bottle faced Charles.

'Truth or Dare?'

'Dare'.

Onome laughed so loud as though he had just hit a jackpot.

'Who's the girl you had sex with? You suppose know say I no go let am slide. because we all know you don't have a girlfriend. And you don't solicit for sex. So, spill....

Silence... Sharon who had been in the clear all this while became so uneasy.

'What happens in this room stays in this room, right?'
'Hian! Bros, you kill person? No be joke we day. Stan o, Daniel, why Charles day always day so dramatic?'

'Sharon'

I was laughing before now, but I choked on it. Stephen was about to say something, but stopped mid-sentence.

'Baby, it's not what you think' Sharon began...

All hell broke loose. The Elephant in the room has just been poked!

I got up from the floor, and went to the far end of the bed to sit down. Onome had gone quiet. His head was in his hands, but you could see from the change of color in his knuckles that he was boiling with rage.

Stephen who seemed like the most calculated and mature was speechless. He looked to me for help, but I was blank too.

Dan quietly drew on his blunt and sipped his beer. No emotion on his face. Sharon was crying uncontrollably. Charles just remained on the floor looking worn out.

'When?'
'It was...'

Charles made to answer, but one look from Onome kept him mute almost immediately he started talking.

I wasn't talking to you. With that, be turned and fixed his gaze on his Sharon. (At this point, I didn't know what to call her)

'It was last week. When you travelled to Warri to see mommy. Remember we had a fight before you left. I was wasted and broken when Charles stopped by. He noticed my mood, and...'

Onome stood up raised his hands to his eyes, but not fast enough to hide the tears. He snatched his keys and dashed out the door...

Don't do something permanently stupid because you're temporarily upset.

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Diary of a Junkie: 20 bottles of codeine, 2 bibles of skunk and rizzla

15/10/2016

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By Garnet

Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror.

Exams were over, and you can say that I was happier than the next man cause I actually was.

Despite my new found hobby, I was in my year one. And if any of the advice I've received from my elders before moving to school was anything to go by, I had to get really good grades in year one because like they said it gets tougher as I go on.

Well, I heeded their advice and put my all into my exams.

I was supposed to go home afterwards, but I promised to spend the weekend I finished with Stephen. In order to do that, I had to lie to my mom about when I finished my papers.

Well, if my memory serves me correctly, I finished my exams on a Wednesday.

Before I went for that day’s examination, I packed my bags and got everything ready.

It'd been almost 3 weeks without seeing this dude, and I had missed him as well as missing my blunt.

I didn't have time to waste or stay back and have idle conversations with my neighbors. I had a life to get back to.

Immediately I finished that day’s paper, I called Stephen from the exam hall.

According to him, he had business to attend to close to my school, so he was going to be with me before 4pm on that fateful day.

I got home, showered and wore fresh clothes. I didn't make my hair, but I wasn't the least bit bothered because my natural hair was a long one.

So I just combed it, and wore it down. I wore jean shorts, a tank top and sandals. I was good to go. All I was waiting for was Stephen's call.

True to his words, by 4pm he called me to say he was outside my door. Without waiting for further invitation, I grabbed my overnight bag, dashed out the door, and took the stairs two at a time. I was downstairs, outside the gate and in the car in less than no time.

“Whao! Why the hurry?”

I didn't even realise I was in a hurry, so I smiled, took a deep breath and threw my bag to the back seat.

“I have missed you, and well forgive the hurry,” I said.

“Well, I like your hyper spirit. Just take things easy because the evening just got started.”

He reached for the pigeon hole, opened it, brought out a packet of B&H cigarettes, a bottle of codeine and handed them to me.

My face lit up, and I smiled like a baby that just received her favorite bottle of milk.

He drove out of my street and was on the road in less than no time.

"We're going for a little trip, but keep calm we'll be back tomorrow. Just a little something for rounding up your exams successfully.

“I'm not ruining the surprise by telling you where we're going, so don't ask. Empty that bottle before we get to the checkpoint.”

(He was referring to the one at Choba).

I downed half of the contents of the bottle and gave him the other half. He emptied the bottle, tossed it out the open window.

“Thanks for that. I wouldn't light this (the cigarette) until we've passed the checkpoint,” I told him.
He smiled and rubbed my head like I was his puppy. That was when he noticed my hair.

“Oh my God! Is that your hair, or you added hair extensions?”

I felt a little bit of pride as I smiled and nodded in the affirmative.

His mouth hung open, and he looked like he'd never seen something like that before.

In all honesty, (permit me to boast a little)I wouldn't say I blamed him. My hair fell below my shoulders, they were brown and very thick. The reaction he wore now was one I got often whenever I wear my natural hair.

We continued on our journey in silence save from the voice of Bob Marley blaring from the speakers.

One of the effects of taking codeine is the ability to smoke nonstop and I was itching to light something.

I had to be patient because we had just arrived the check point. Lucky for us, not like we had any contrabands with us, the officer waved our car to continue and I was happy because now I could light up.

We passed the checkpoint just in time for the first puff of smoke to escape my lips.

Apparently, impatience got the better part of me.

There was nothing to talk about cause true to Stephen's words, he had called me so much I didn't really feel his absence.

So we continued on our journey to only God knew where, with smoke from the cigarette and Bob Marley's voice as our only company.

We sang along a few times and just enjoyed the journey.

We arrived Ahoada, and got to Tropicana sooner than I expected.

It was 17:56 when I looked at my wrist watch. We got down and went to the room Stephen had secured prior to my visit.
“Hope you don't mind, but I thought you needed a place to cool off after reading too many books.”

Why would I mind? I'm not that ungrateful.

“I'm very happy babe. Thanks for being so thoughtful,” I replied.

“Good girl. Well, go shower while I go get our stuffs from the car. My friends will be coming soon. They're crazier than I am. You'll love them.”

With that, he dashed out the door. I didn't wait for another invitation. I hit the showers and took a deep breath as the cold water hit my back. We drove to Ahoada in Stephen's Toyota Camry, and the four windows were down. He drove so fast I could feel dust on my skin when we got to Ahoada and was faced with slight traffic. So, yes, I appreciated the bath. I got out, and changed to black bum shorts, another tank top and flip-flops.

When I went back to the room, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was no one there, but if I didn't know better, I'd have thought I was in another room. On the table were more than twenty bottles of codeine, and two bibles of skunk, with four packets of rizzla.

Wow!! Forgetting about his friends he said were coming, I thought; maybe Stephen was on a suicide mission and he was dragging me with him.

I was still pondering on that when the door opened and in walked Stephen with four other bodies; three guys and a girl.

“Stephen, who be this fine girl na? Bros, u sef harsh o. You think say na only you like better thing?”

I laughed, stretched my hand and went “Hi! I'm Garnet.”

With all humility, he reached for my hand, brought it to his lips and went, “it's a pleasure to meet you Garnet. I'm Onome. That's my girlfriend Sharon. And my friends Dan and Charles.”

I shook hands with Dan and Sharon and gave Charles a hug because he insisted he didn't shake hands with girls.
“Lie lie. You don see fine girl na, all the hair for your back don stand.”
That was Onome.

We all laughed and the evening continued.

Stephen stepped out for a few minutes only to return with a manual grinder, and a tray.

Stephen, Onome and Charles and Dan rolled the skunk after I had grinded one of the bibles, while I and Sharon gossiped like old friends. We talked about everything in general. The evening wore on and I was feeling so relaxed.

“Garnet, get me the bottles of coke from the fridge.”

I had no idea there were bottles of anything except codeine in the room. I got up, went to the fridge and yours truly, in there laid two bottles of big plastic coke. I got them out, placed them on the table and stared at what was in front of me in awe.

Two of the four rizzlas were empty. (In a packet of rizzla, there are 40 roll bonds. Do the math).

“Pour 4 bottles of coda each in each of the bottles.”

Without a word, I did as I was told. I could see that everybody in that room was ready to die, except me of course.

Quietly, I got out the disposable cups from the fridge and placed them on the table.
My mind was racing. But at this point, all atom of reasonability had been tossed out the window.

Stephen did the sharing, and in less than no time the contents of the bottles were emptied into six of the cups, everyone getting an equal portion.

Stephen brought out his portable speaker, connected it with his phone and turned off the lights..... Let the party begin...

With foxes, we must play fox

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Diary of a junkie: Taking a break to write exams

7/10/2016

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By Garnet

Until you're told you can't, all you need do is your best...for the same ones who think your effort maybe isn't good enough.

Once you start believing in yourself, the sky becomes your take-off point. Nothing can stop you at this point.

The weekend came to an end...finally. After lots of activities and different memories stubbornly etched to our memories for well, a considerable amount of time.

It was time to get back to my life, my studies and speaking of which, exams were around the corner.

My bags were packed and I was good to go.

But, first I joined Stephen in the sitting room for 'brunch'. It was 12:30pm and we woke up quite late.

The previous day, when we got back from his mom's place, I made egusi and okra soup, cooked stew, dished them out in plates and refrigerated them.

It was a meal of rice and stew, and from the spark in Steve's eyes, I knew I did a good job. We ate and talked about life in general. Each of us avoiding the fact that my holiday had come to an end.

“Steve, I start exams next week.”

“OK, cool. You're brainy, I trust you to do me proud. I usually take a sabbatical leave of 1-2 months from smoking. For your exams, I'll start now so I can help you concentrate. Now, eat up. We have to get you to school in time to get some rest before tomorrow.”

Silently, I sent a prayer to heaven thanking God for smiling down on me. I won't only be a boss, I'll be a boss that knows how to define my priorities. That's more than most get.
The road was devoid of traffic. So much so that it took less than 15mins to get me to school from Stephen's house.

“Baby girl, I hate to go, but I have to. I left you a little something to see you through the week. I'll call you so much you wouldn't even feel my absence, alright?”

I smiled, leaned in and gave him a kiss on his stubby cheeks.

Before I got out of the door, I gave his hand a squeeze and focused his eyes on mine. In that single glance, I told him everything that didn't make it from my throat alive.

The little something to get me through was a bulky envelope. I settled in and said a silent prayer of heartfelt gratitude to God.

True to his words, Stephen called me so much it felt like he wasn't at least 4 miles away from me.

Soon, it was the week for exams! Believe it or not, I was prepared. I had all the support I needed and was void of worries.

The only thing I was expected to do was come out in flying colors, and in flying colors I excelled...

Stephen was there for me through it all. He shoved all forms of distractions to the back of my head.

Life is messy. Every now and then, we need a little shove in the right direction. All we need is for the right person to apply the right amount of pressure, and everything works together for good.

It's good to remember that we're not alone in the world. It's best to surround ourselves with strangers that turned to friends, and friends that somehow turn to family.

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Random musings- Should there really a battle of the sexes?

4/10/2016

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Lisetta Woluchem

The love and concern we show to others is a service one can't buy.

When I say battle of the sexes, I'm not making reference to physical combat between the male and female folk.

I'm only referring to all this chaos found in our relationships.

Chaos would have been a much better word, but come on, the craze is beyond just chaos...it is a battle!

A guy, or a girl wakes up one morning feeling empty, and something tells them the only way that void can be filled is if they find someone to call their own.

Excellent! But before you venture down that road, we all make the mistake of asking ourselves a very important question; "Am I ready? Can I handle a relationship? Do I have what it takes? Can I handle the behavioral difference that's bound to be between us? Is my psyche strong enough? Am I matured enough?"

Mind you, maturity is in the mind and not in a number.

Going into an adventure is very interesting indeed, but it can turn out to be our doom if we go unprepared, and that's one mistake youths keep making. Everybody wants to have someone to call their own, but nobody is willing to make the necessary sacrifices to achieve that feat.

A relationship is more or less a contract between two people. Nobody signs a contract without considering the pros and cons.

Jumping into a relationship without asking yourself some fundamental questions, is quite funny because you'll jump out the same way you jumped in.

A whole lot of things can turn a relationship from sweet to sour in just the blink of an eye. Most times, we fool ourselves believing there's nothing we can't handle.

But we also fail to understand that there are some things that are just beyond human comprehension. Most times, it takes more than just the everyday zeal to surpass these traits.

A number one relationship killer is our ego. Three letter words that have proven to be very powerful indeed.

Humans place way too much value on their ego sometimes I wonder if it's really necessary.

As couples in a relationship, there're bound to be issues. It's inevitable. What makes yours different from the next man is how well you handle these issues without raising unnecessary dust.

More often than not, we end up making a mountain out of a mole hill. Nobody is above mistakes, you know?

You know what's funny? Couples claim to love each other so much, but no one is willing to put their ego aside and do what's right.

You mustn’t be the offended before you apologise.

Sometime ago, a friend buzzed me up on BBM. She had a lot of things to say about what her boyfriend did and didn't do; 'Lisa, imagine, since yesterday, Michael has not called me? What is he up to? Why hasn't he called? What does he want me to think? How does he want me to feel? I won't also call him of that's how he wants us to be'

Phew. What did she want me to do? Support her? Or make an excuse for her boyfriend? Or provide a listening ear? Of course I opted to just listening (after all, I wasn't there when she decided to date him, and I don't like getting involved in lover's squabble).

But within me I was trying to remember when the bill that said calling in a relationship was the duty of one person alone was signed? I couldn't come up with an answer because such a thing just doesn't exist.

I mean, one person is not in a relationship alone. If your spouse doesn't call you, what stops you from calling? A table doesn't stand on one leg alone, and the same thing is applicable in our lives. To create a balance, both parties have to be willing to make sacrifices every now and again.

It baffles me how people go into a relationship without actually knowing what they're signing up for.

The mistake most of us always end up making is expecting the next person to behave just like us. It's completely impossible. If the next person thinks like you, has the exact same vision, lives life in the same manner, how then do you know how well to coexist? What would be the fun in living?

It's somewhat annoying knowing that some people out there, men and women alike are extremely selfish. Some people can't treat others the same way they want to be treated forgetting that they're humans too.

We have got to step up our game. Find that special someone and never fail to make the next person jealous of them.

If we can tell ourselves the truth, we'll find that this battle isn't worth it, don't you agree? I understand that hard as we try to be lovable, some people aren't worth the stress. But then again, nobody is perfect and that's one fact we always fail to remember.

I had a friend. One day he came to my place looking like someone that had just taken a trip to hell and back. And he told me that he just walked in on his girlfriend having sex with his best friend!

Bummer! What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to comfort this guy? What would I say that would make sense or sound right? There was no excuse whatsoever to justify what he just saw. There was no therapy that could erase the memory. Frankly, I'll give that guy a medal if he doesn't treat the next girl he dates as a piece of dirt. But that's why we have will power.

The ability to be able to look past the hurt and heart break is what makes us stand out. The ability to be able to always remember that just because one human was vile doesn't mean the next human doesn't have an atom of good somewhere in them.

I'm tired of this battle, and I'm sure I'm not the only one.
We often spend our time looking for Mr. Right or Miss Right. Find Mr. Left and drag him to the right. No human being is perfect no matter how hard we try. All we need do is learn how to tolerate and be who we are.

He snores, who cares?

He slurps, so what?

He drags his feet, whose business? You're there to make corrections and not nag the person to death. You're there to make the next person jealous of who they are, and their imperfections and not make their flaws a topic for discussion.

Our relationships shouldn't be a battlefield. We should be able to lean on each other, through thick and thin. If you can't keep up, then don't start in the first place.

You might wonder why you have to put so much work into a relationship, after all, it is just a relationship, but like everything else in life, for something (no matter how trivial) to turn out good, we have to be very prepared, and we have to put in a lot of effort.

It's good to remember that where purpose is unknown, abuse is inevitable.

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Diary of a junkie: Bygones

Diary of a junkie: Codeine, weed and a game of Truth or Dare

Diary of a Junkie: 20 bottles of codeine, 2 bibles of skunk and rizzla

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