But that will fucking ruin everything.
I turn the bottle over and watch the pills fall into the toilet. Watch them get sucked down the drain as I flush them.
I toss the bottle in the trash.
I expect to feel remorse, but I don't.
If anything, I'm relieved. The high isn't what I want. It's fake. It's hollow.
This thing with Piper is bad news.
But it's real.
And it's full.
And I'm fucked, because I really fucking like her.