Dear Diary, I flooded the tub today(technically yesterday because it is 4:44am and I haven’t gone to bed yet)and the ceiling below is fucked. It’s been a day. Went to bed around 6 or 7 am after doing lines of molly with coke chasers. Molly tastes awful. It didn’t at first but now it really does(like shrooms, for me anyway). That’s been a pattern for a while now. My partner(let’s call him Dave) and I have been on a binge since Valentine’s Day. We both want to kick the coke and be the great parents our beautiful, kind and caring toddler is worthy of. It’s not been an easy task. I love the drug but can take it or leave it. I choose to take it whenever it’s in the house. It’s pretty much been in the house every fucking day since sometime last year. For Dave, it is apparently very much harder to quit.