illness and me don’t get along.
nope, no way.
i like to believe that I’m superhuman. Better than that. I have no kryptonite. I never feel tired, I never get hungry, I never have to slow down.
Crystal meth used to help me with that. I guess that’s why it was my drug for a few years. It fulfilled all these realistic expectations for a while.
until it didn’t. Until it became my worst nightmare.
I lost everything to that drug. My mind. my soul, my sanity, people, places things. My belief in myself, crushed, snorted and smoked away.
but that’s the past now. 10 years past.