6. Filthy Addictions

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Sometime after I'd gotten my car, I'd began to care less about my appearance. I didn't care about my parents. I didn't care about grades, popularity, clothes, or friends. I just didn't care. I gave up on being accepted into this train wreck we call society.
But while all of this had been going down, I'd gotten myself an addiction. Quite a few actually... But everyone gets addicted to something at some point in life, right?
Well I was a good kid. No, scratch that, I was an amazing kid. I was the best child any parent could ask for. I'd listened to everyone, I'd done everything I've ever been told.
I didn't do drugs.
I didn't drink.
I'd never had sexual interactions with anyone.
I'd never cut my wrists.
I'd never attempted suicide.
Until recently.
I've let my life go into the drain. I don't even bother to fathom the gruesome consequences. 
My addictions were filthy. But the accident was my wakeup call to fix my life; to reevaluate what I've done and recreate something beautiful. And that's what I plan to do.
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Word Count: 184
We all have a filthy addiction.. I know I do..
Do you have an old addiction? Let me knowww, y'know, if you want.
Anyways,
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