|

01-17-2009, 04:06 AM
Yeah, I know exactly what it did to me... it put me in the hospital and on the verge of an aneurysm. I didn't even want the stuff. Someone slipped it into my drink when I was at a party... and then I didn't sleep for eight days. I had such a headache the entire time, and by the time I finally talked someone into taking me into the hospital, the doctor told me if I'd come in even an hour or two later, he might've been unable to help get the drug out of my system.So, I didn't want the stuff, but am I going to go to Hell for having done it? I don't think so! I do my best to be a good person, in spite of being a paranoid schizophrenic, who has panic attacks that turn into seeing-red, raging fits. I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances I was given. If God wants more than that from me, then He can help me find a better way,'cause the direction I'm going isn't leading me much of anywhere.
|