Last time I said so long it was because I wasn't sure if I was going to die or not. This time I know I'll be back. Hell, maybe tomorrow night.
I'm going to that expensive rehab I mentioned. My step dad is going to pay about $10,000 out of pocket for me. He is a great guy. To use the power of understatement.
Brandi got me a hotel room until Friday so I don't even have to go back to the shelter.
Things are still going well with her. I wasn't truly excited to go to rehab until she texted me this song
Made me tear up. This might happen if I can get my shit together. (I guess look up the lyrics if you don't like the song.)
Thanks guys. I'll be back soon.