Take a Pill {H.S}
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re·hab
ˈrēˌhab/. -a course of treatment for drug or alcohol dependence, typically at a residential facility.
My name is Summersjoy Whitiker. That's where I am.. Yeah isn't something I would've ever expected me to end up. Main reasons I'm here is is for drugs, attempt of suicide, I've been raped and to add to that I'm....
bi·po·lar
/bīˈpōlər/. -(of psychiatric illness) characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only.
Yeah I'm pretty messed up and not in a good place. But one person really helps me want to change it al, around. Harry Styles a sweet guy who ends up going to the school I'm transferred to. He really gives me the need the change. But the thing is. Am I really willing to give up all my addictions and fears for a boy I just met?
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