AN: Hi everyone. I literally just starting writing this off the top of my head.
I know it's short. I haven't decided whether to continue with it or not.
I feel guilty.
A few days ago it was Saturday. On Saturday's we go out. We went out. I regret it.
It's a strange feeling, needing someone. Loving someone. No one tells you how it feels, no one can. I find it hard to express in words. I won't.
So I done a terrible thing, and thinking back it was something that could've waited. Yet I needed to do it. I had to. See what love does to you? It turns you into such an irrational person. It's unhealthy!
I was selling MDMA outside the club. It was surprisingly easy; I made £110 within an hour. It's what I needed. I could buy the goggles. Yes. Goggles. Sounds pathetic. But... I knew she'd love them. I met Emily inside, the night was perfect. She looked too cute. Then, my world turned to shit. This girl, this girl... Killed herself. I had sold her some powder...
... What am I going to do now?