Marion
Drugs aren't bad. No. They're amazing. They've changed my life.
Sure, I've lost a lot and I've done a lot of bad things but look what I've gained. Every week I get a load of drugs and for what? A bit of sex that's all. It's nothing. I did worse before and for a lot less. A couple of blow jobs and some anal for a lifetime of happiness. Easy.
I'd rather fuck a stranger every night then go see my fucking therapist. At least they aren't such smug fucks. At least they give me what I want, and I don't mean sex.
But sometimes... sometimes I wish that Harry was back. I know I called him a loser but he loved me and I loved him. I miss him. I'm surrounded my men every night yet I still miss him. I don't even know why. Cos he was a loser. He couldn't give me what I needed. He forced me to do the things that I now do so willingly.
But still, I'm living the high life. Fuck everyone else. I've got my drugs. I've got everything I'll ever need. I'm set for life.