I don't miss my stomach burning with a need that has me shaking uncontroably
I don't miss the want of my face buried into another toilet watching blood come out of my stomach because I "wanted" another drink
I don't miss watching my friends die from wanting the same thing
I don't miss seeing the absolute terror on my families face to watch me in so much pain day after day knowing I did it to my self and they couldn't "help"
I don't miss the look of shame on my mothers face when I stood in front of city council and resigned because of drug problems
I guess I don't miss much