There was a time when I was stronger and I was able to overcome this addiction. I knew it wasn't good for me and I knew it was slowly ruining my life. Here I am again with the tragic battle of relapse. No one ever really knew about it because I was better at lying about where I was going and who I was with. Now, there isn't time to think of lies. When I need it.. I need. I can't function on the spot to think of a lie to cover my whereabouts. I'm here today to be completely honest with all of you. Maybe if I get this out into the open it'll help me to overcome the fear of being alone without it.
I just wish it wasn't true.. but it is. I guess it's something that I need to accept and I can't continue to run from it anymore.
I wake up and I think about it.
I go to sleep and I think about it.
Mid-day.. I'm thinking about it.
Which leads you to my current situation. Here I am. Sitting alone in my room sipping on the sweet sweet nectar of my Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha.
Someone help me.