So many substances consumed. My body forced to accept them, against it’s own will. My mind on a trip it has never quite experienced before, not like this one. The pros outweigh the cons. Cons being death. I’m gambling my own life. Whats one more time?For one night I am free from stress and sadness that comes from beating down on me day after day and keeps me up at night. Waking up to realize of distaste sticks around for longer then a few days. Still though, the pros outweigh the cons.
In order to wake up, one must fall asleep first. I never wake up, I simply lie there, staring into nothing in particular; just as morning comes I get up, rather then waking up. The pressures of this world lead me into this state, losing countless hours of precious sleep. My thoughts running wild in my head, my body lying still and the circles under my eyes growing more and more noticeable. I’ve become accustomed to this sort of way, staying awake for so long becomes a way of living, a drug that cannot be tamed. Until, finally I slip into a sleep, and this feels like a high I never want to end.