Monday, 28 January 2013
07:57:06 PM (GMT)
I never understood how people get hooked on drugs.
Until it was me.
It starts out mental.
You see and hear about them on the internet or through friends.
They look so amazing.
People glorify that shit.
Then the next thing you know, you're craving them.
Then you get a little taste.
You like the feeling.
You come down.
Then you want more.
And then you're pacing, frantically searching your house for a substitute.
Finding nothing, you call everyone you know.
At last, your friend sells you his pills.
Resulting in you passing out in your bathroom floor for hours.
Upon waking, you find yourself shaking and unable to feel a thing.
Still, you want more.
Passing out just wasn't enough for you, you pathetic little fuck.
4 am rolls around, and you find a dealer.
She gives you a 20 and some klonopin.
That's still not enough.
Now you're craving Molly. Coke. Acid.
And you don't know what to do with yourself anymore.
And you realise you've fallen in pretty deep.
And you don't even know if you're able to get out.
Or if you even want to.
Last edited: 28 January 2013