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Heidi would always say, "You gotta get off the drugs, Anna, they rot your brain," and I'd laugh. Man, it was funny at the time! But shit, now? She was right all along. I'm not even in the real world anymore.
I'm trapped in some bad trip nightmare. I tried sobering up, but it was worse. WAY WORSE. All the animals here look dead or halfway there. People look like they stepped right out of a horror movie to eat my brain, or what's fucking left of it.
I got a plan to get out of it. Drugs got me in here, they can get me out, so I'm gonna do them ALL. And when I wake up, it's stone cold sober for me, baby.