Confessions of a Former Addict

Currently playing:
"Story of my Life" by Social Distortion

Recurring question:
Are you happy?

Answer:
76% happy

This is the lowest percentage of my happiness rate this year and this means I'm in a disaster.

I called my antagonist,
my sister.
She recommended me to see a psychiatrist.

Aside from the fact that she truly believes in my homosexuality,
she also thinks that I'm crazy.

Her physician has a friend here in Cebu who only charges a very friendly rate per session.
She said that she will take care with the arrangement and I'll just take care of the fees.
But later on,
she changed her mind.

Sis: Oh no...
Sis: ...you must be home if you have to see one so somebody can look after you.

Me: Somebody?
Me: You?

Sis: Uhrrmmm...
Sis: Normally they'll prescribe you some medicine if they'll know that you have excessive alcohol intakes.

(Now she also thinks I'm alcoholic)

Me: Meds?
Me: Like valium?

Sis: Yes.
Sis: You were taking valium when you were in college, right?
(on her usual sarcastic tone)

It's a given that she also thinks I was a heavy drug user before.
She once caught me when I was nineteen under the influence of "ice",
then she found out that I once tried valium when I was in 2nd year college;
had tried weeding and downed cough syrups in every slumber parties I attended;
took "E" in two occassions;
and my addiction with sleeping pills when I was twenty.
This made her want me to be rehabilitated but was then rejected by the institution since I did not qualify enough to be an addict.

Me: I told you I just slipped once and I did not like it.

Sis: It's not only valium that they're prescribing.
Sis: With your current lifestyle...

(I no longer have life and style!)

Sis: ...working at night,
Sis: the graveyard.

(I said I'm nocturnal!)

Sis: Difficulties to sleep on daytime.

(Who told you?)

Sis: Your depression triggered by simple things.

(Conversations like this.)

Sis: Sleeping pills.
Sis: Marilyn died because of nembutal.
Sis: Heath died with anti-depressant.

(Now she's killing me.)

Sis: You just can't afford to die right now.
Sis: You can't even save for a coffin...

Me: Hello?
Me: Hello???
Me: Sis?
Me: You're breaking up...
Me: Call me back!

Toot!

Oh,
I ran out of batteries.
I need some sleep.