"I really haven't had the need to..."
If drugs are addicting, then what the hell is this? You never really know what kind of things you need in life until they are taken or ripped away. I remember who I used to be, what I would face every day in the mirror... now... heh, I can't tell if an angel is looking down upon me, or a demon is glaring back. I really feel like I'm losing it sometimes, but I have this hope that if I keep on just a little longer, something miraculous will happen. I've taken chances, been scorned... I just feel lost. This isn't who I am... I know it. Why can't I be who I used to? Can you really never turn back? What has happened to me...