Its only been six days since I've been in here and already it feels like I'm in hell. Who does she think she is anyway? She's the reason I'm in this predicament anyway. If she hadn't left my dad and moved on to someone else so quickly I wouldn't have moved out and begun hanging out with my roommate and her dysfunctional group of friends.

The courts didn't order me to complete a rehab program. It was part of my plea deal. I would plead guilty and complete a 120 day rehabilitation program in exchange for no jail time. It wasn't my idea of course, it was my mother's and my lawyer's. I could give a shit less about spending time in jail. But I know that if I don't get my life together now, I never will. Now it seems, I've hit rock bottom.

I had always done really well in school and my senior year was no different. I had a 4.0 GPA and was given a scholarship to Miami University, where I would pursue my degree in Marketing. My parents were proud and I couldn't wait to graduate, have an awesome summer, and move into my very own dorm on campus in the fall. Life couldn't get any better! But it would certainly get worse.