I don't know how to start.
What words do I say.
How do I express my feelings towards this inanimate, non-living, lifeless liquid known as water?
It's just–water is like a—a comfort? An addiction?
Yes. That's it.
An addiction. Water is addicting. So, my first chapter will be about how-the-fuck-I-got-addicted-to-a-tasteless-and-boring-drink-we-consume-on-the-daily-just-because-we-need it-to-survive.
It was about, four years ago? Or maybe five. I started to feel insecure. Before, I had a pretty tough layer of skin for such a young girl. None of the poking or name-callings were affective. I still believe the most ultimate Pokémon possessed me during my young primary days, so I wouldn't be in the clutches of bullying. Now, I wish that the Pokémon could've stayed because I'm more depressed and consumed by nerves than ever [insert awkward smile] tehehe. Then years later, all of a sudden, I'm like woah. Shit. I'm problematic as fuck. And since I was just a young lad, not knowing where to go.
I jumped straight into the suicidal, anorexia nervosa, anxiety filled rabbit whole that I'm still stuck in 'til this day.
Where does the water come to play you ask? Well, during that time that big fucking wave hit me, water was the shit. Since I lived in Vegas at the time, water was your l i f e l i n e. Especially when the summer heat started to roll in. Boy. You were in for a knock out on the hot pavement if you didn't get your H2O.
But yeah.
Depressing waves of emotions and feelings.
Plus.
Las Vegas weather.
Equals.
Water addiction [insert yay's].
But this book isn't just about my addiction.
Or my anxiety and self-inflicting actions.
It's mostly going to be about life and it's weird scenarios.
And how it ties in with water.
So, I hope you join me in my adventures and sink into another realm known as my drowning life.
Enjoy.
