Desperation, the need for the next time.
The withdrawal was killing me, the symptoms were complicated, strong and unbelievably having a detrimental on both my physical and mental state.
My mind was constantly focused on one thing, yet constantly changing between many thoughts of which i could not control. Everything was aching, i longed for this.
I missed it, i needed it again, and again.
The feeling that came with it, the sheer absolute joy, the only side effects; coming off it. The need for more, the constant fixation upon it, the thoughts dedicated to it.
People say i’m to good for it, that it isn’t right for me.
But i don’t care what they say,
i don’t care what they think.
They don’t know it.
They don’t know her.
I love her.
She’s my addiction. :)