Mad that no one's returning my calls, my ex boyfriend left me alone, my family hasn't even checked on me. I pull out a
razor blade. Wondering if I can
do it. Feeling sorry for myself. I try cutting, drew a little blood, it hurt like hell. So I called my ex and told him to come pick me up. Thank God, he was right over. I ride around with him for the next three hours, crying and arguing, calling my mom, the worker, pissed.
Finally 3:00 rolls around. Time for the drug test.