this morning #746.

this morning, with a healthy heap of hesitation & a less-healthy habit in direct competition for my existence, i placed multiple phone calls to multiple people. some were to help me avoid ruin & some pointed me straight toward it. each time though, the phone just rang & rang & rang, so i had no choice but to go with my plan B. i dragged my box of sex toys out from under the bed & pulled out the handcuffs. after placing a few life-sustaining items within reach, i left the key across the room & fixed myself to the bed. in my head, it made perfect sense. if i wasn’t able to leave my bed, i had no choice but to detox until i got somebody to come uncuff me. on paper, i should’ve had a plan C.