// hey it's mE again!! This is the first part of my short story that will be posted soon! It's called Guns For Hands so go check out the rest of it when I post it! I thought I might share it with you cuties!
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Therapy. At first I thought it would be a place where overly cheery nurses dance around with smiles faker than Barbie, but I was wrong. It was run by a man who knew what it's like to be messed up like me, and who actually understood what it's like to slip back into alcoholism, just like I am right now. I sighed and thought about what the man, Gerard, ha said. Eventually most of those thoughts slip from my mind as more crappy beer passes my quivering lips. Although this is just one bump in the road, life carries on. We'll carry on.
As one more empty bottle litters the floor of my already messy bedroom I realize...that I, Mike Fuentes, am a fuck up. But, I have one more thing to say about therapy before I pass out drunk on my bed; I met the love of my life there. Through the pen pall program I was forced into doing. As I slowly slip out of consciousness, one more thought crosses my mind. I love him. I love my boyfriend Tony Perry.
