A stimulating read, a real page turner. Perfect for those nights when your girlfriend just left you for a sushi chef and stomped a hole in your heart with a spiked high heel shoe.
Written in a diary style/form (but without any date reference), for almost a half of the book the juvenile writing style is borderline unbearable, matched to a content made of a teenage's everyday's life nothingness. I skipped that almost entirely, just catching a glimpse here and there to keep track of the events (not that difficult). When the drugs section comes in, the narrative gets more interesting and the style more apt to describe the crude and progressively hopeless situation of an addict and the toxic word he sinks in. Even more so for the jail section.
This is supposed to be a self-published real story, and that "real" factor is possibly what is selling the book better. Was it fiction, it would leave be much to be desired. As an account of a personal journey into eartly hell, it has its points.