This is your brain on drugs
How do we know why we are here? Do we just randomly float through this life making mistakes over and over until we get sick of making the same mistakes and decide to change? How do we determine when we've had enough? If you know please enlighten me.
After three days of being up on crystal methamphetamine I start to truly believe I may not exist. The voices start to linger around and challenge to me what reality is or not.
Does this make me do what I do? No. It does not. I do what I do simply because it's how I feel I should act. Whether or not I should it just doesn't matter. I just do and do and do some more. Any questions?
I didn't think so. What do you do on day four. You fall asleep, get rest, and go get more.
Who would even want to deal with the rat race run around of getting more dope? Okay you're right. A dope head. That's where I come in. I'm a fully functional dysfunctional sorry excuse for a living breathing human. Can you tell my self esteem is high? Who cares right? It's not you so why should you give a shit.
Well many hours down the path of the distruction that's soon to happen and I've still got my entire family trying desparatly to stop me from getting my medication.
Medication you say? Yeah that's right. That's exactly what I call the shit I shovel up my nose as fast as I get it. I don't give a shit what you think. Should I? You already expect me not to so I am happy to let your imagination become a sick reality any non user would suspect of me. Get over it or die trying like I am.