I don't want to be addicted to drugs anymore. I don't think anyone could ever want such an awful thing. Its not a choice though, I sometimes wish it was.
Once upon a time it was a choice. A terrible choice. The choice to abuse drugs for the first time. Every day is a struggle and I find it harder to live.
I can never give up and always feel sick. Every morning I find myself emptying the little contents that my stomach was holding onto longingly.
How did I get here? How could things get this bad? How could I let things get this bad?
Note: this is something I had written while very sick and fed up with my life choices. I knew I wanted and had to get better but also believed it wasn't worth getting better. I put this in the first 'chapter' because I felt it was fitting for the journey you are going to take with me.
YOU ARE READING
Tender kisses
Short StoryHi everyone. This is my story, and by my story I literally mean my life story. This story is about my past and my history with drug abuse and trauma. Included in this story is poetry, zines and other small pieces of writing I have done while under...
