Tick tick tick. The constant noise in my mind is going to drive me mad. Tick tick tick. Shut up, SHUT UP! I held my eyes shut tight and clenched my fists as hard as I could, but I am unable to quiet the explosive inside myself that is sure to go off at any second. Never again, will I do this to myself, never again. I'm done, I quit. I'm done. Even in my current state I know that is a lie. I need this, every bit of it. I can hardly comprehend living any other way. It is not only the drug I am addicted to, it is also the lifestyle. The struggle, I need the struggle. Not knowing where I am going to sleep each night, and other uncertainties, are what keep my heart beating.
The room is dark. The only light is coming from the moon, which just barely shines through the cracks of the boarded up window. It was only now that I remembered there are other people in the room. These are my friends, my buddies. My fellow ****** up, wasted-life junkies. Perhaps in a past life we all meant somethin
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