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Donovan walked into the room with a vest-type shirt on and some jeans, he looked around at the others in the room and he figured if the real world were like a cartoon, he'd be imagining them all as giant pills. He took a deep breath and proceeded over to the group and sat down, not really too curious about who was sitting on either side of him, he only had one thing on his mind at the moment, and it definitely wasn't that group of people.

He looked up to the ceiling, "damn, i could really use some right now," he thought to himself, just thinking about it; at this point he would take anything. See, he wouldn't just pop pills, if he couldn't find any that he could get, he would turn to drugs at well; his body needed a high and he chose to get it any way he could, and he knew it was slowly getting worse, which was why he came to get help.

He folded his arms over his chest as he looked straight ahead, eyes not really staring at anything in particular, which would be quite noticeable if you chose to look at him. He just wanted to get this ession over with, maybe it would get his mind of things, but he doubted it.