I’m losing weight and muscle mass. I can’t eat, anymore. This is death, isn’t it?
It’s like a long, slow, progressive death march. It’s unstoppable, unyielding, and brutal as fuck.
It’s unreal. I mean I don’t even take as much as I used to, kinda. But it’s like, the continual erosion of myself just continues, day after endless day, with a grave at the end of this. It’s like, I get over one problem, one overdose, one withdrawal, but that problem takes a permanent toll on me. I just continually get weaker and weaker, like the drugs are eating away at my soul, or something.
I’ve been a hardcore narcotics addict for two years now. This is I think a very long time. Like, too long, and I’m not sure if I will ever be able to get out of it, anymore. Like, I’m just trapped, now. And that’s that.
I’m in serious trouble, here. Like, this is profoundly bad. Oof, ouch. This really sucks, I guess.
Maybe suicide would be the right way out of this, I don’t know.
We’ll just need to wait and see.
Gawd, so much pain. Ouch.