I never thought I'd be an addict.
Once I tasted that fate... I saw everything after.
I was always addicted to something.
People, adrenalin, chaos.
Opiates were nothing more than an add-on. Another to the list...
Something inside me is growing...
Even though I'm more negative than ever, a part of me wants to grow and learn more than ever. I always lied to myself about being happy...but maybe I've been doing it all wrong.
Maybe I need to be angry. Maybe I need to yell and scream and get it all out of my system so I can make room for real happiness.
Maybe I'm just metaphorically throwing up all the toxins.