[It's the look he's seen a thousand times before. On his parents' faces and on his brother's and his aunt's, on the faces of everyone who's ever tried caring about him or everyone who didn't but somehow expected more from him.]

I'm sorry.

[It always starts with that. And he means it, he really does.]

I was done. I don't remember using again, I don't remember finding the stuff. I'm pretty sure it was just the once. Just once, and some really bad luck.

But that's how it is with me. Recovering doesn't mean I'm better. It means I'm fighting. And all it takes is one bad night to make me backslide.

I wanted you to know the truth about it. I don't wanna lie about this. I'm an addict and that means I'm a complete asshole and I fuck up and I'm sorry for doing what I did, for leaving everybody like I did. I didn't mean to hurt any of you.