This is it. No more drugs for me. I’m sick of being stoned.

Remember three months ago? I said I would quit. I meant it then, and I guess I still mean it now. But it didn’t work then…

I guess I just didn’t see exactly how I was hurting those I love…

I threw the rest of it into a dumpster after school today. After my epiphany, I guess…

It was after I had taken some. There was just the usual feel, and my nervousness stopped, and that weird sensation of peace filled my body. Just another smoke…

And then… Then that cat walked into the alleyway. It looked at me, and it just wouldn’t stop! It wouldn’t stop! I tried to shoo it away, but it still didn’t move!

And then my usual angry mood when I was stoned took over, and I threw a garbage can at it.

And I.. I killed it. I killed my cat! It was only after that I realized it was Cleo…

Now, I’m stopping. For good!

I can’t take this anymore. Nothing’s been going good, and…

And I’m doing it for you, Cleo…

I’m stopping for you.

I’m sorry.