Don't Fornicate

Last night was the last bash of the year. It was held at Mass's place. I got extremely high off this joint that was rolled and everyone was busy getting ready, so I smoked it by myself, after smoking it, I drank plenty. Had over 10 jello shooters and more coolers. Anyhow it was after the drinks that my dear friend Mark came into the room holding a zip lock bag filled with pills. Yes! There were blue ones and green ones. I wanted to take the green one and so I did. It was good before it kicked in. I started freaking out because I was drunk before I took it so knew the outcome wouldn't or couldn't be the greatest. After about an hour later, I got all emotional. At one point I was alone with Mass and I was sobbing because I didn't want him to leave. For about an hour, I held onto Mark's hand because the comfort was really needed....yes the night was then occupied with taking lines of blow...what have I done to myself? Hmm, the question that lies here is do I say yes to drugs or do the drugs say yes to me? Maybe it's this way for the better?