I hate Creed--Or how I know there are 52 Advil in my apartment (idea)

I was Leah.

It just seemed like a good idea to swallow what I could swallow and see what happens. I wasn't trying to hurt anybody. I wasn't even really trying to hurt myself.

Just wanted to see what would happen. Nothing did. Nothing ever does. The paramedics pumped me full of charcoal and let me go home the next day.

I hate Creed these days, too.