My name is Jill. This book isn't fiction. Billy and I are real, and we're still out here — homeless, addicted to meth, and living on the streets of Oklahoma City. We take it one day at a time because we never know what each day will bring. Some days are survivable... Some days nearly kill us...
We fight every single day. Sometimes, it even gets a little physical. We love each other and we tear each other apart in the same breath.
Three years in, I finally stopped shooting up. I still smoke it — I won't pretend otherwise — but the needles are done for me. Billy isn't there yet. I watch him inject multiple times a day, every day, and I carry the guilt of knowing I handed him this addiction. I let it get this deep. I didn't stop it when I could have.
I'm watching the love of my life die a little more every day. I ruined his life trying to make him happy, and I completely hate myself for it. I wrote this book because it's all I have left to give.
I pray to God whoever grabs this book and opens it, will learn from my mistakes, if nothing else. Always remember - Never judge a book by its cover.. you don't know the true story until you're living it yourself!
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