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Growing up I didn't have a very personal view of God.
"I was the girl on top of the bar with money being put on me, not remembering any of it the next morning."
Carrie prostituted herself for drugs. As a registered nurse, educated and articulate, she never expected to go so low.
People disappear all the time and nobody would have ever known what happened to them. It was my intent to kill them for what they had done to me.
I actually had a friend who referred to me as the Dark Angel of Death.
I’m the reason they put the cables through the leather coats at Sears. I’m the reason they lock the razors up at Walmart. I’m the reason new clothing has security ink tags. I had to have a way to feed my addiction.
When I was sick and by myself at home I would think, “What exactly is the purpose in this. What are you doing? You’re still alone. You still have nobody in your life. You still have that void. So what you’re searching for is ...
I knocked on the door and Satan said; “You have to sell your soul to come in here.” The ledge started moving in. So, I sold my soul
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”