I’m not doing this right. I mean, this thing called “life”. It’s like my judgement has been horribly impaired, somehow.
And it isn’t the drugs. I mean, I know that. So what is it, then? A mystery, even though it isn’t.
Incredible, isn’t it, the lengths in which addicts will go through to hide the truth from themselves?
See, Tom, now that you’ve learned your lesson, you can stop and go about your day, wiser and more worldly. Yeah. So, no more need for drugs anymore. I’m fine now. Yeah, this was just a lesson for the world…. lol.
Ok, I wonder who actually fell for that one, lol.
Erg, yeah tho. It’s like I’m gyrating around, over and over again turning everything over in my head, to avoid the obvious truths, here. It’s really dumb, I know. It looks naive; foolish. I know, it probably looks like a play I’m putting on for myself, lol. I mean, at least I hope that that’s what it looks like. I mean I’m not really so stupid as to start going down this route, right? Right… oof. I’m so dumb, lol. But the thing is, stopping is just not an option. Not at all, I can’t do it. No way. Just the thought of it is horrible. The act itself is just… gut-wrenching.
So I’m stuck, then. I can’t do it, but there’s no way in hell I can stop it. I mean, I just can’t.
So I’m stuck. Dead in the water.
And drowning.
Someone help, please.
sigh…