God, Guilt, and Guache: A painter's Pilgrame

A bad habbit

When I was younger my parents always told me to finish school, go to college and get a good paid job, have a wife and two kids, and if that'd would fail, I should go be a priest.

Well, in short, I did finish school and became a professor at a college. I taught History and geography, it was pretty chill considering that the students didn't exactly listen, well most of the time.
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Friday, 8th august, 20—

"Alright class, today we'll—" I started and looked around the class, only to notice, nobody was listening, 'why am I doing this job again' I thought to myself and sighed.

I looked around the class one more time and realized that some students did listen to me..
well that was new, but .. pleasant to know that others were listening.

I just proceed with the lesson hoping that they'd continue to listen. And they did, surprisingly.

I ended the lesson after a hour with a simple
"Alright class is over, please write a short speech about your favorite historical person"
And just packed my things away and waited until every student was out of the classroom.
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After this exhausting yet pleasant day did I go home, which, actually just was a 3 roomed apartment. I opened the door to my apartment, threw off my shoes and my jacket, placed my bag away and let myself fall onto my couch. I laid there for around 6 minutes until I pushed myself up, and went to my kitchen which was connected to my living-room. I grabbed one of those quick making noodles , heated up some water and made my quick make noodles.
I ate them, threw the box away and let myself fall onto my couch again..

After some time I pushed myself up again, I didn't want to just lay on my couch the rest of the day, I walked to my bedroom, which also was my drawing room, and sat down at my desk , grabbed a pencil and a rubber , before grabbing my sketchbook and just doodles random shit. After some time did I notice that my hands were shaking..

I started to realize that this is a side effect of my addiction. Which was a bad one, drugs.
I wanted to stop but, I just can't. They feel so good..

I tried to ignore my hands which were shaking from attempts of trying to stay sober but..

After 7 minutes did my brain give up

And now here I was, laying on the ground of my bedroom higher than the fucking Burj Khalifa.

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(448 words)

(I'm trying to write detailed and long parts sooo, be patient with me guys, PLEASE)