My journal of addiction:number one
No. You have lost yourself in that blur of hurry up and waste your life. Notice how you never reach your destination. It was a fleeting idea too hard to concentrate on. There you stand, sit, or squat in one position and it has been hours since you moved at all. Another wasted day in your taunted ways of addiction.
Then...I am trying to think. When did I sleep last? I know I have been up for at least forty-eight hours. Oh to have regular insomnia again but this was chemically-induced, no question.I don't think I saw one sunny day this summer. Only from a glance through a dirty window and could not make myself go outside.
The summer of meth and I am so pale. I lost myself in that blur of hurry up and do more dope. Hurry up and hallucinate more likely. Hurry up and waste what you have left of a life. Running yet never reaching a destination. It was a fleeting idea too hard to grasp.