There comes a moment I`m struggling with my personality .
I hear myself screaming , it`s like an echo in my head :
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ?!! YOU PROMISED YOU`LL STOP ! YOU PROMISED IT TO YOUR BEST FRIENDS . YOURSELF . WHO ARE YOU ?!
But at the same time , I look in the mirror , admire my big unrealistic eyes (which are the first body part to tell that I`m high) and make another line. Even bigget than the last one .
No . I won`t sniff it this time . I need to feel the dose running trough my vains , so injection is the only way .
Hands are shaking , but I made it . My hand is even more damaged now .
It`s the same step-by-step routine . I inject it . I take out the needle . Clean my hand . Hide it from my dad . And act like nothing has happened .
Save me..
Confessions of a drug addict 