So I stopped doing the drugs
And everybody was all thrilled
Like they sent me away to Florida
To this really nice place
And I came back sober
And tanned
And whatever, it was great
They were all so happy
They threw me a party
There was cake
And what I didn't tell them
Was that at rehab
My roommate, this really cool girl named Shelly
Told me that I really wanted to quit the drugs
I should just start making myself throw up
And you know what?
She was completely right
You see, Shelly did something
That none of the doctors could do
She gave me a replacement addiction
She recognized that I have a need
To be in control of something
And so she gave me something
I could control
Everybody was so shocked
At how easily I gave up the drugs
But the drugs were never the issue
So giving them up wasn't a problem
Control was the problem
The issue, whatever
I could never give up control
And so they sent me out of there
Like I was cured
Except they don't say 'cured'
Heaven forbid
And they hadn't even begun to cute me
Because they had no idea what my actual problem was
Because as soon as they sat me down in front a therapist
I started crying about the uncle that touched me when I was little
And the therapist got all excited
Ready to take on this textbook abuse victim case
And he never once suspected bullshit
Or maybe he just didn't care
Who knows?
It's not easy to break a control freak
It's much easier to give a crying girl a Kleenex
And teach her how to trust again
The truth is, I'm just fucked up
I wouldn't know what to make of stability
If I had it in my life
It just doesn't interest me
So I ate the cake they served at the party
And then I threw it up
And I thought--Wow, okay, this could work
I mean, not work in the traditional sense
But in terms of keeping me in check, okay?
And maybe this all sounds awful
And I know it flies in the face
Of what all of you perceive to be, I don't know
The normal story of an addict
Or someone with an eating disorder
Or whatever
But if you understand
That none of that matters
That it just has to do with control
And power
And the feeling that...
That you know what's coming next
That's what I like
I like knowing where I'm going
Even if I'm going down
Do you get that?
Because if you don't
Huh
Well, fuck
I don't blame you
I really don't
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