I'm not gonna do anything.
Stan lay numbly in his bed as he let out soft sobs. Who knew withdrawal could be this bad? He was skipping out on school today as he knew he wouldn't make it through the day.
I can't do anything.
He stared at the ceiling as he mentally screamed at himself for not even being able to stand in his condition. How did he get this hungover?
I don't do anything.
That was a lie. He's on more drugs than he can count.
I won't do anything.
That's the spirit.
