I needed rehab

When you are mad, it's easy to stay away, but slowly that anger softens, and you start remembering the good times. Drugs are like that. You wake up in a gutter, no money and feeling like death and eventually the good feeling is all you want again. You know it is the worst thing in the world that will more than likely kill you, and yet, it is all you crave. If there were boyfriend rehab, I would have needed to be an inpatient. I physically hurt when I thought about him, but I never picked up the phone, I never drove by his house. I went cold turkey.