JOSEPHDADESKY

Juliette 
          	From that day on, I became friends with Juliette. She was trying to help me with my alcoholism problem, but alcohol helped me escape trouble. Every time I thought of you, the taste of your lips, it was the taste of the bottle that comforted me.It came when alcohol was not enough, I gave up the drink, which pleased Juliette, to switch to hard drugs.I took everything that was available,I would go home, mix
          	While I was playing chemist, I sometimes took doses so strong that I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I felt so weak as if I had memories that did not belong to me, I spent hours delirious, I had waking nightmares, I saw nameless horrors.When I looked in the mirror, I looked like I was dressed for Halloween, I had dark circles in front of me, I had become so pale that if I was put naked on the snow, I would not be seen.The times I lingered in front of the mirror, even my reflection seemed disgusted. I kept wondering. What was the purpose of my existence? , Was I living? , What was I used for? By the time I thought that everything was over, that no one was interested in me, I had not gone unnoticed. Juliet in particular. Once she landed at my house, she was surprised to see my chemical workshop. She got angry and set out to destroy my works. I opposed it, I tried to push it back but it just pushed me and I sat quietly watching it. I had become so weak, my head was spinning.
          	I just published " Tout commence par l'amitié  " of my story " L'ÂME DU PHOENIX  ". https://www.wattpad.com/1318343767?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=JOSEPHDADESKY&wp_originator=pCk0qwbat6zA6y48apgRe6JT%2BCGNhEkJ3rhxrRXTv7TJc0rbF0i%2F5EiBQz0tMhQVxsDG9gavtGlffcO%2BSqbKq7ePtzbcGGATpVAQWV7TbEWF2f8TAPwwRuaPItCvB5kf

JOSEPHDADESKY

Juliette 
          From that day on, I became friends with Juliette. She was trying to help me with my alcoholism problem, but alcohol helped me escape trouble. Every time I thought of you, the taste of your lips, it was the taste of the bottle that comforted me.It came when alcohol was not enough, I gave up the drink, which pleased Juliette, to switch to hard drugs.I took everything that was available,I would go home, mix
          While I was playing chemist, I sometimes took doses so strong that I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I felt so weak as if I had memories that did not belong to me, I spent hours delirious, I had waking nightmares, I saw nameless horrors.When I looked in the mirror, I looked like I was dressed for Halloween, I had dark circles in front of me, I had become so pale that if I was put naked on the snow, I would not be seen.The times I lingered in front of the mirror, even my reflection seemed disgusted. I kept wondering. What was the purpose of my existence? , Was I living? , What was I used for? By the time I thought that everything was over, that no one was interested in me, I had not gone unnoticed. Juliet in particular. Once she landed at my house, she was surprised to see my chemical workshop. She got angry and set out to destroy my works. I opposed it, I tried to push it back but it just pushed me and I sat quietly watching it. I had become so weak, my head was spinning.
          I just published " Tout commence par l'amitié  " of my story " L'ÂME DU PHOENIX  ". https://www.wattpad.com/1318343767?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=JOSEPHDADESKY&wp_originator=pCk0qwbat6zA6y48apgRe6JT%2BCGNhEkJ3rhxrRXTv7TJc0rbF0i%2F5EiBQz0tMhQVxsDG9gavtGlffcO%2BSqbKq7ePtzbcGGATpVAQWV7TbEWF2f8TAPwwRuaPItCvB5kf