Im sick and Tired of being Sick and tired.

I don’t know how much longer I can stay wired…

Doing drugs, its been my only coping skill, my favorite hobby, its what I know best. Its been that way since day one. But lately it just hasn’t been cutting it for me.

When I’mm on it I feel I need more, even when Im reaching the brink of insanity. I feel depressed when I take breaks. If I’m not searching for it, I’m doing nothing at all.

I hate the feeling of being awake for a week, but I hate going to bed every night. When I rest, I feel like I’m missing out on some strange adventure I could be having with myself. I hate looking at my body seeing something totally disgusting.

The self confidence I’ve gained is one of the most important things I keep. But this drug has completely destroyed that.

My health is deteriorating. Emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually. I’m crumbling.

And yet I can’t get enough. I can’t even go about daily activities without it. 

When I first started my journey on meth, I was convinced it was a miricle drug that was just over exaggerated in the media. 

I have a habit.



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