[[A while back we were supposed to write diary entries as our characters. This is mine. Enjoy]]
Dear Diary,
Today started out on a good note. By that, I mean, I woke up. Although I woke up in an alley with a massive headache and a tear in my fishnets, I'm alive. I stayed in the alley the majority of the day, only leaving to go to my Zydrate addict meeting. The whole time only one thought ran through my sore head, "I need a hit of Z". I was coming down hard from my last fix and I'm sure it was obvious to others. I couldn't sit there for another second listening to other people moan and groan about their own addiction when I'm not strong enough to control mine. I ran out of the building and back to the alley and found a savior. A graverobber was there with a vial of Z, waiting for me. I didn't even have to screw for it. I gave him the little cash I had and he handed it right over. I swear to God, I've never seen Zydrate glow that blue before. My addiction was satisfied and I could go on another night with the confidence to do what I had to to get more glow.
Sincerely,
Addicted
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