I've spent the last six months in a "correctional facility". Long story short, Leander cops planted meth on me, and I got sent to jail. From jail I was transfered to Vernon, Texas, which is just a fancy word for Hell.
I'm on house arrest for a month, and this damn ankle moniter is driving me nuts. I sit on my ass all day playing video games and chain smoking cigarettes.
I got my G.E.D., so I'm done with high school. I'm looking for a full time job right now, which is harder than I thought it would be. I filled out a million applications yesterday.
I've grown up so much in the past six months. It's fucking crazy how much you can learn about yourself when you're sober. I feel at peace with myself.