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It’s too stupid to be said,
too horrendous to be read!

It’s an ache in my heart,
a burning in my soul.

It’s a new dawn breaking even before the night’s over.

A hunger for the lies,
A craving for the deceit.

Is this truly what I need?

It’s an angel sent to hell,
a broken-winged arrow,
a hollow man who mourns.

Was this what God had truly meant?

It’s an addiction to cocaine,
a secret thirst for blood,
a longing for someone who’ll take it all away.

Isn’t this where it’s all supposed to end?

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Okay, they say admitting it is the first step so here I go. I have a water problem. Its been going on a few months now, it started as an innocent little thing but now Im drinking probably up to what? 8-9 large glasses of water a day.

If I even go 1 day without water I can’t think staright, all I can think is ‘water water water need water’

Once I start I can’t stop. Even after having one glass, later on in the day I’ll think ‘just one more glass of water won’t do any harm’ next thing I know Ive had around 8 glasses.

I am thinking about getting myself to rehab. The problem needs to be sorted, I want a life without water and Im willing to change. Im also going to look into going to one of those self help group things for addicts, where you meet up and talk about others who have the same drink problem.

The worst thing is I havn’t told my family about my drink problem yet. They have SEEN me drink water before and it didn’t seem to bother them. But they don’t know that Im drinking it every single day. They don’t know Im a waterholic.

Please help, how do I tell my family? I don’t know how they’ll react and Im a bit nervous.

Its would be good if anyone else who has had a water problem in their life could answer this, but anyone who can help just answer.

Thanks.

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What would you do to change the US prison systems. So many people talk down about places like Abu Ghraib, but many do not realize some of our prisons are about the same. Hives of gang activity, disease spreading, violence, murder, rape, and more. Best of all, the prison staff usually ignores what goes onm, because after all those criminals aren’t human, are they? Dehumanizing people because of one or two misdeeds is downright cruel.

Over 3% of the adult population is in prison, and the percent is rising. Over half of the released criminals are repeat offenders. Other than some social changes we need in society, how do you think we can stop this?

Here are some of my suggestions.

1. Stop punishing victimless crime. Don’t punish the alcoholic, punish the drunk who goes driving.
2. Allow criminals to return to society without a social stigma. They paid their debt.
3. Offer rehab programs instead of incarceration. Do you want to watch people sit in time out and fraternize with other criminals, or redeem them?
4. Stop with the death penalty. Either exile the worst offenders, or build a place where they can be housed for life outside of our society.
5. Give government jobs to criminals that caused damage so they can pay back the victims plus interest. They do no good to anyone rotting in a cell.
6. Do something about the current law system so justice isn’t always based on who has the best lawyer. Otherwise big businesses, politicians, and rich people will usually be above the law, and poorly represented people will always suffer the full slap of the long arm of the law.

*sigh* I only hope that one day the US Government will do something about this. I only wish I knew how to help…
Clar92 – Hmm, I was going to disagree, but then I checked my list here:

1. Roof over your head. Check.
2. Someone else paying for you. Check.
3. Place to sleep. Check.
4. Anal rape. Check.
5. New criminal skills. Check.
6. 3 square meals. Check.
7. Spit in your orange juice. Check.
8. Social stigma for life. Check.
9. Workout room. Check.
10. Fear of constant violence. Check.
11. Separated from friends and family. Check.
Suspendy A – Being a fan of MMA and combat sports, your gladiator comment caught my attention. However, it would have to be consensual. Since I don’t believe in the death penalty, I can’t support forced matches. However it would probably sell tons of tickets.

I reread your question and wonder, are you referring to the criminals in the government that force you to pay for felons because they can’t come up with a decent system, or the actual people in the jail?
Rachel – Good idea, unfortunately I think the criminals would set up camp over there, make some friends, exchange criminal secrets, and it would come back to haunt us.
sebacklash – I can see where you are coming from, but don’t you think it would be better to exile them than kill them. Sure dead people rarely commit crimes, but there is no redemption in killing, only possibly deterrence to other criminals.

So I think there should be a place where they are exiled to and can never escape, like an island in the pacific with no trees that an be used to build rafts. Or, if there is another country that will take our criminal, then they may have them. I just think that the biggest punishment should be kicking someone out of a society for breaking the ultimate rules.
Czar Walters, Child Saver! – Good call. Those people would have to worry about losing their job. I think the people in charge may conspire to keep the jails full to look tough on crime (too tough is more like it), and also to punish people that don’t conform.

I do understand that people’s jobs may be based on there being criminals, just as the military only has a purpose if there is a perceived threat. *cough* WMD *cough* Ok, we’ll raise your budget.

Who knows, maybe all of this chaos, dishonesty, and political fog is needed to keep things running smoothly. But I don’t buy it. I think it is being done for selfish reasons, and I don’t think we need to have 3% or more of adults behind bars for “social dissidence.”
whatshisname – Amen. I’m glad you haven’t let the system defeat you.
kgsgolf – Thanks for the response. Your ideas definitely make me think.

Unfortunately, in answer to your number 1, some people are jailed for drinking. Ridiculous I know. Here is a link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_intoxication

If they are being “disorderly” I can see action being taken, but for merely being drunk?

With number 2, society does indeed help with the stigma, but many jobs won’t hire felons, people are required to be listed as a sex offender, etc. Society could choose to ignore these things, but still, the label sticks.

For #4, I meant the person can willingly go to another country if the country allows them. Otherwise, there would be a place like Australia once was, for lifelong exile. I wanted a place they can be away from our society, yet live how they want. Don’t want to live by our rules? Fine, they can live elsewhere.

By #5 I meant to say make them do dirty jobs that may normally not be done, like clean public areas more often, etc.
Archery Nut – As an officer, I’m sure you have a high regard for justice. You wouldn’t be good at your job if you didn’t. And also, your employment is based on the fact that there are criminals locked up, so I can understand your passion for keeping criminals from harming society, and making sure they pay for their crimes.

But what is wrong with giving them programs for addiction? Maybe if they got clean, they would contribute to society, instead of siphoning funding from their cell.

Since the government is incarcerating them, they are responsible for feeding them. I don’t think they need filet mingon, but we shouldn’t starve em.

I get what you’re saying about the prisoners. You can lead a horse to water… We can’t force people to rehabilitate. But at the same time, you talk about them wasting taxpayers money. Well they already ARE wasting money. That’s one of my main complaints. The current way isn’t working, evident with the swelling of jail populations, so we need a Plan B.

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Truth is not a set of facts; truth is faithfulness. Read “Ethics” by Dietrich Bonhoeffer: a school boy has a dad who is a drunk and the boy is often late for school because of his father’s alcoholism. The boy comes in late to class and the teacher calls him out saying something like “why are you late? Was your father drunk again?” What is the true response? If the boy responds factually he says “yes” and betrays his father, in violation of the commandment to honor thy father and mother. If the boy responds in order to be faithful to his father, he says “no” and makes up an excuse so as to protect his father, in supposed violation of the commandment that says thou shall not lie. We in the West are too bent on facts. Faithfullness and honest representation are what are most important.
Bonhoeffer also offers this scenario in the same book: you are a Christian hiding Jews in your basement in Nazi Germany. Gestapo knock on your door and ask if you have seen any Jews today and you have because you were just downstairs. What do you say? Do you answer factually and “trust God” as I have heard some people say? or do you “lie” for all you’re worth to protect their lives and your own? Common sense should be employed here, for the notion to tell the “truth” and trust God is Pollyanna at its worst.

Jesus teaches us to follow the Spirit of the law, not the letter. However, religion is afraid of this because it is uncomfortable with people thinking for themselves. Following the Spirit requires maturity because immaturity will rationalize away our committments in various situations and justify doing things we shouldn’t do. This is what many religious people try to avoid in teaching others to follow the letter of the law. Unfortunately, this contradicts the teaching of Christ.

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He lost his first wife because he would watch porn alot. But then again they never had sex because she didn’t like it. But now he is married to me and last year I found out he was watching porn on the internet. No big deal right? Wrong. It got to the point that he would have to watch it before having sex with me. We talked about and he said he won’t do it as much. He was good for awhile but now he is doing it again. I told him before that I didn’t care but he is keeping it a secret again. I ask him if I could watch with him and of course he said no. I have done every thing my husband has asked me to do in the bedroom. I do mean everything. Like spanking, gagging, stuff like that cause he really likes it. I have even ask if he would like another woman in the bedroom. I don’t understand why he hides it from me? I also don’t understand why he gets upset with me after watching it.He treats me like shit later on in the day and I don’t understand why? I am not mad at the fact that he watches but the fact he lies to me about it. I do know that he cheated on his first wife. I am scared that he will soon do that to me. So my question is do you think he has an addiction to sex? and why does he get upset with me after he watches it. I don’t say anything to him so why be upset with me? I am really confused and really don’t understand what I am doing wrong? I am getting to the point where I am about to leave!!!! Like I said I don’t mind that he watches just that he treats me like crap for the rest of the day after he does! and the fact he keeps it a secret? What would you do or think? Thanks for the help.

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Hi Guys

Plead tell me (preferrable people who have own experiences with this) why you and all the Anonymous groups believe that a addiciton cannot be healed except through total abstinence? Why am i told that when i’m telling people that i am free of addiction today and that i can have that cigarette or that one beer but dont want it, that i in that case was never really addicted to anything, when in fact i have been batteling my addiciton for more than fivteen years? Why does no one seem to believe me or even be interested in the fact that there is a cure and that addiction CAN be healed? Why is everyone more interested in keeping the secrets that lie underneath addictions (most of the time they lie in the family) covered up and caling themeselves an Aloholic for the rest of their lives rather than breaking free and live a happy AND a sober life? Can anyone tell me that?
Thanks for all your answers, this is really important to me!
Love, Jo.Elle

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It’s a book about a girl whose deceased grandmother gives her books about their family’s mysterious past, ancestry and voodoo. She becomes particularly attatched with one and actually ends up revisiting her own past. While reliving it, she sees all the cruel, horrific things she did to people, and the secret things she saw that she left unsaid. Afterwards, she tries her best to prevent something very catastrophic from happening to someone she loved, even if they were in her past.

-PAST IN THE PRESENT-

ONE:

As crazy as it sounds, I never really expected to actually witness my grandma’s funeral. As a matter of fact, I never thought she’d die before I did. So full of life and exciting, she wasn’t like anyone else. She was really the only one to relate to me—a 78 year old woman empathizing with a 16 year old girl was rare, and I think that’s what made her so special.
But unfortunately, the day came. Here I am, dress in all black to mourn over the wonderful Mary Elise Grovern that I liked to call my nana.
I dragged myself downstairs to find my mom at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette. I rolled my eyes. She’d been saying she was trying to quit for years now, all the while holding a 12-pack in her hand.
“Ma?” I said, extending my hand out to touch her shoulder.
With a slight jump she turned towards me, showing faint mascara streaks going down her face, and a stone-cold emotion present in her blood-shot eyes—she must have been drinking too. I quickly dropped my hand.
“Um,” I stammered, “Are you ready to head out?”
She stared at me for a few moments, and then decided to break the silence.
“YEAH! Of course I’m ready to go see my mom get buried 6-feet under the ground, who wouldn’t be, Aubrey?!” She said in a drunken, obnoxious yell while waving her arms in the air.
She definitely had been drinking.
I cringed and walked out to the car. I knew it had to be hard on her. My mom was just as close to Nana as I was when she was my age, but when she eloped with Eric, my dad, her and Nana were never the same.
Nana thought Dad was disrespectful and didn’t treat Mom the way she should be treated. The abuse got out of hand and when Nana stepped in, Mom thought she was trying to interfere with her marriage. I heard it so many times before: ‘You just don’t get it, he loves me! Every marriage has their setbacks and this is just one of them.’ ‘Janelle, don’t be so stupid. ABUSE is NOT a setback, it’s a living Hell! And you know that’s not what you need. That man doesn’t love you and you don’t love him. Money isn’t everything!’
Money isn’t everything. Mom felt that Nana was basically calling her a gold-digger, and it obviously hurt her to hear. One thing led to another, and before you know it, Nana and Mom rarely ever talked after that.
It was really hard on all of us. Nana loved Mom a lot, just like any other mother loves a daughter and she didn’t want to see her own blood get hurt like that, but Ma didn’t understand. All she saw was money signs with my dad, just like Nana said. And now here it is, 4 years after Mom’s divorce from Eric, and they still never even talked it out. The only reason I got to stay so close with Grandma is because she was helping Ma take care of me when she was in and out of rehab or Dad was on business trips, because as she said it to my mom after their first fight, ‘Just because things aren’t right between me and you doesn’t mean I want to see Aubs go through tough times, too.’
But now with Nana gone, the tough times were probably just beginning.
PLOT & STORY ARE COPYRIGHTED; I sent a copy to myself :)
Just in case some shady things were to pop up.
Haha, I’m 13 for the person who asked :)
And I’m just a little hesitant about writing the story because people might think it sounds to kiddish or something? /:
But yeah

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We weren’t aware of Holly’s entrance until we heard the familiar sound of high heels scraping the wooden floorboards. Every time. Mike and I looked up, amused, to see Holly regaining her footing before storming over to our table.
“Don’t say anything” she challenged, glaring at us before looking down at the menu. Mike and I held back our laughter as Holly skimmed through the menu. She always had the same thing, I have no idea why she even bothered looking.
“So how was last night?” Mike asked me, changing the subject completely.
“Oh god” I complained, resting my head in my hands, “it went terribly”
“How?” Holly asked, concerned.
“I think the police were there somewhere” I confessed. I hadn’t mentioned anything to Will yet. Mostly because he would tell me I was over-reacting. “And Will made the biggest deal yet… What if the police were there? What if Will goes to jail?”
“Oh come on Michelle” Holly replied, rolling her eyes. “Will hasn’t been caught yet, why would he now?”
“I don’t know. But I’m worried”
“You worry about everything” Holly replied before setting the menu down. She was right.
A waiter walked over and smiled politely at us.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked us. Holly looked him up and down, grinning.
“I sure am” she replied as she winked at the waiter.
Mike and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, we both fell into a fit of laughter as we watched the waiter’s uncomfortable expression. Holly wasn’t happy.
“The garden salad” she spat as she glared at us. The waiter jotted it down quickly, obviously wanting to leave quickly.
“I’ll have the vegetarian lasagne” I added between giggles.
“The pumpkin soup” Mike added after me before laughing again. The waiter left and hurried back to the kitchen without a backwards glance.
“Nice work Holly” Mike said, his face straining to keep straight.
“Yeah, if only I could pick up like you…” I added, grinning. Mike and I stopped when we saw the look Holly was giving us. If looks could kill…
“Anyway” Holly started, between her teeth, “Leisa’s dead, huh?”
“I still can’t believe it” Mike exclaimed, his brown eyes staring off to something that wasn’t there.
“I can” I replied sombrely. Leisa was a drug addict, like most the people I know. She was in and out of rehab when she could afford it so when I heard she had overdosed on heroin the other day it didn’t really come as a shock.
“But her funeral’s in a couple of hours,” Holly started, “that’s all too real”
“I know what you mean” I agreed.
We sat in silence, thinking about Leisa and how it could happen to anyone until our food came.
“Promise me you two won’t do that to me” Mike announced, breaking the silence. His eyes were on his soup as he twirled his spoon through it.
“Do what?” Holly asked, shoving a piece of lettuce into her mouth.
“Overdose” He replied before finally starting on his meal.
“Promise” I replied, “I couldn’t live with myself if I let you guys do that”
“But it wouldn’t be your fault” Holly said, confused.
“Who would you have gotten the drugs from?” I reminded them. Mike shook his head.
“Will. Not you. Don’t worry”
“I can’t” I mumbled, taking a forkful of lasagne and shoving it into my mouth. I always worried. What if the drugs that I helped sell ended up in a dead person’s veins? It definitely would be my fault. I could have stopped it!
We were silent again as we finished our meals. None of us wanted to leave the café and make our way to the church. While Leisa wasn’t a close friend, it really hit home. If it could happen to her, it could happen to any of us.
We had procrastinated leaving too long so we all forced ourselves up. We paid the bill and left silently, swimming in our own thoughts.

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There are few different type of internet addiction: like some addicit to chat room and some are for s?x and some are blog, I think I am addicit to search for new information, like news or even star gossip to beauty secret to health information.

It is not bad but if I could kind of keep it moderation. Please share your story?

thanks

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stop doing drugs without rehab but only asking the Lord for help and regularly attending church and thru lots of prayer? If so do you know anyone who has done this?

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