I'm hungry.
I'm constantly hungry.
It's not the same hungry you would think it is.
It's a craving.
A need.
I can't live without it.
I need the escape.
If you lived in my reality, you'd want to leave the hell too.
My thoughts are clouded by the smoke.
I crave the high.
I crave the escape.
It eats me up the longer I go without it.
That's my issue.
I'm addicted.
And now it's my reality.
And I can't seem to escape.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Reality Series
De TodoWriting about the real things in the world everyone else is too scared to talk about.
