This is a picture of my life: Not flowers and rainbows, but mine nevertheless. Drugs and partying became a cool alternative to the disappointments of life. My demons became my friends and confidants. But I quickly learned that I was sadly mistaken. Here I was, a pretty, bright, teenage girl battling rage, injustice, and the personal ordeals of cancer and rape. But when the demons took over, it became a story of survival. Battling to overcome the addictions of alcohol, heroin, and men had turned me into a junkie.
"Mundane, repetitive, droning"