Smoker? Junkie ? Alcoholic?

An addict.

Wondering about the title ? Or should i say judged the content already?

Well, let me tell you all the story of him.
He, is a drug addict.

Why do you do drugs they said, it can cause you death they said. Now he knew the fact that it comes with a cost. Now people would say he is addicted to drugs, he would say …nope! He is not addicted to drugs… yes he takes them on a regular basis but he is more like addicted to the feeling of drugs. The feeling of escaping the reality.

Addiction maybe of anything but no one intends to be an addict.
No one says , ‘hey, I would really enjoy not being able to cope without a substance.’

Of course , he knew it was due to his lack of self control, or say the urge of fitting-in in the group .

He knows he should have stopped right there but he knows that now . Now when the time to mend things have gone . Then it was just one of the cool things cool people would do.

Its never too late is what he hears everyday,  but he’s never that  sober to actually listen or comprehend it.

Because the only time his mind allows him to feel relieved from the addiction to the drug is when he is on the drugs!

Its not like he never tried, he tried keeping distance from them, not because of others but because he knew they did end up consuming him  , they were always the dangerous water.

He knew shouldn’t have explored them , but yet no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he could not get attached , they broke his walls .

And he became addict .

They gave him the feeling that was better than every good mood . They lifted him higher than ever before. But after all they were a scam like everyone else he was trying to escape . Whenever sober he would ask them : even you lied to me didn’t you?

He was desperately trying to escape the reality through the door named drugs which let him in the room that was brighter and warm, no pain , no suffering at all.

Until he realize it was just a terrible lie and he found himself trapped in that room that now turned into dark and cold and its walls were all laughing at him.

Everyone thinks he likes getting this high? He likes destroying his life himself? No he doesn’t. He thinks of quitting everyday, he even make his mind some days but then comes …

the hardest part!!  The shivering ,the desperate urge , the feeling of incompleteness, the feeling of unable to be completely being present in some place because no matter how hard he tries he feels incomplete .

But that’s how it always goes right, now he knows how the Stockholm syndrome works.

Because all he needs  now is , that one sip, one hit, one thrill one pill one lift.