drugs.
i never realized i was addicted to k…
until the very moment i realized i’m not addicted anymore.
a bit scary [my past], and somewhat gratifying at the same time.
to know that i can have a future without it.
with love,
kim.
i’m in the mood to share something personal.
as an explanation, because i guess i should give one… to start, i’d like to say: i’ve been mostly clean for quite some time now. oh yeah, that and i’ve never done meth, crack, coke or heroin. just ketamine.
there’s this book i have called ‘crank’, it’s a book written with prose in poetic form… really awesome.
the last time i read it, there was a part describing the feeling of snorting, and i swear, every time i read that part, i was on fire — the urge, a surge of need.
today, i re-read the book, got to that part and felt nothing. not even the tiniest sense of longing.
and i realized…
that’s not what i want anymore, and that’s not who i am anymore. and you know what? i’m fine with that. there’s better things in life than being numb all the time.
the longing inside that i have for something to dull my senses isn’t completely gone… i will probably still drink myself into a stupor one of these days… but i’m not addicted to k anymore.
which is a surprising confession from someone who was never addicted in the first place.
what are things about yourself that you hate to admit?