Something I rarely mention: sex. Like I've said at some point before everyone does it at some point in their loves, and if you don't then that's good for you! Because it's addictive. Sex is the biggest form of drug but especially when it's with someone you care about. I personally, haven't had sex in a while, I know, to much right? But I figured hey, this story is about my ife, might as well get real with it. I mention sex because I have a terrible, terrible thing. I'm not addicted to sex. I'm addicted to adrenaline. The rush of doing something bad, or being a part of something bad and getting the feeling of almost getting caught. It's rushing. My sex thing, is adrenaline. Not like having sex in public, I'm not for that shit AT ALL. I'm talking about doing 180 down the interstate. I'm talking anything to do with guns. I'm talking bungee jumping, cliff diving, the fear of being caught. I'm not sure why. I just know that's how it is. The reason I'm saying all this is, do you know how fucking hard it is, to keep your composure when your with someone and something like that happens, and you can't do shit about it? I don't even know why I'm making this chapter to be honest, I'm slightly inebriated, and will probably delete later, but I figured hey, my shitty love life, my depression and my fucked up head makes for a good story, so why not talk about my practically non existent sex life as well?
