A year ago today things were different, I was different. I had found fake happiness in someone. He opened up my world to substances that made me feel things I had never experienced before and I like it. In fact, I fell in love with it... and him. On this day last year, I took three points of molly with complete strangers. I remember listening to Santaria while I was in the back of a jeep. We were in a big circle, hugging and singing along, all touching, kissing, feeling, and living life. This was absolute happiness. I was free. Free from stress, free from life, free from everything that was holding me down. I had been lifted up. Today, however, that is not the case. Today I am without cigarettes, without money, and without friends. I have nothing and I have become nothing. All within a years time, how strange.