If you can remember back when i posted that other story, well now i have two stories in the making:

Just Your Ordinary Average Fur, and Then Some
By: Circa Fox

Sitting alone in my living room; blank mindless stare on the T.V. of what used to be Fight Club. My mind is racing, yet keeping a pace steady enough to pick up bits of past. All these memories surging through my useless brain, some of them good while others bring heartbreak or disaster. I can’t quite tell you why you’re here in this world, or what your purpose is, but I can tell you what will deliver you from evil, and what will guarente you a one way ticket to total lock down of the mind. Realities a good thing to keep a hold on, because once its gone, nothings real anymore.
A drug is any substance, legal or not, that will alter or change your mind, but I’m sure you already know that. Only one drug can give you total tally different views on life, ranging anywhere from attitudes of pure carelessness to attitudes of panic, or parenoia. Others can make you feel like your on top, and no one but you is flawless. Drugs bore into you subconscious mind, adapting and settling in, and almost never go away. They will be there until you flush them out, not physically, but mentally. The drug world is a scary place if you’ve seen down the roads I have. I have been told that I am bipolar, changing moods more rapidly than most. I owe this to drugs, and I can’t say that I regret it. In my mind, I feel that everything in its own way was worth it. I have had experiences that you could never achieve living in the cage none as society.
Drugs kill more people than other people I have heard. Here’s my felocify, and correct me if I’m wrong. I can walk outside right now and get hit by a car, or lets say I could choke eating breakfast. Sure drugs can kill, but I know that if I look in the paper, or even on the news, I see more accidents and intentional deaths than any. Let me quote Fight Club on this one: “On a short enough time line, every ones survival rate drops to zero.”
Up until recently, that was my life. I couldn’t help what I did or was doing; the drugs had begun to take over. I have had near death experiences in my past, and it has only been suddenly that I have once again gained control of my now worth living life. I have a loving mate that I unfortunaly can not spend every second of my life with because he resides 236 or so miles away from my small shit hole town/home till I am eighteen. Yes, I am only fifteen and up until this day I have filled every moment of my life with something to not be forgotten. What I am about to tell you involves true events in my past. Moments where I have broken down under the pressure of reality and been kicked in the face with things to come.