(I deeply apologize for not writing this, but I was having such a good day with some buddies.)
It was a very long morning alone. I hate alone. It's when I can write, but also when I'm left alone with my thoughts. Inner-demons never felt so real.
I was amazingly bored. So I thought I could eat some my friend's candy I was suppose to deliver to him.
I cracked the bag and smoothed it. And enjoyed it's bitter-sweet taste. I triggered a small episode.
I lost it all. My keys. Without my keys I wouldn't be able to deliver. If I don't deliver he won't like me as a friend. Without my new friend, I have no job. Without my new job, I can't make it to nursing school. Without my school I wouldn't be able make a life for myself.
The best laid plans of mice and men. I said I would never steal again, I knew he wouldn't mind. It was a borrow. Just candy. How funny how one little mess up can cost you everything. Idle hands. Man.
