It started like this. 'Hey,' a friend whispered seductively. 'Have you checked this out yet?'
I looked. 'No.. I've never even heard of it,' I murmured. 'What is it?'
'Try it,' she smiled. 'You won't regret it. You'll have the time of your life.'
I hesitated. 'Come on,' she urged. 'Just give it a go. I promise you'll like it. And if you don't, well, you never have to do it again.'
'Oh.. alright,' I said nervously, and I took what she offered.
She was right.. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Next time the opportunity arose, I leapt at the chance. This time I liked it even more. Pretty soon, I was a regular to the scene. Now I do it almost every single day.
It's started taking over my life. I can't work, I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about it. If I can't get to it I get anxious. What if I'm missing out on a good time everyone else is having? What if something happens and I'm not there?
I know I need help. I love it so much I almost hate it. Does anybody else feel this way? Am I alone in my addiction?
Does anyone else spend all day checking the message boards for the latest post? Does anyone else feel the incessant need to click, click, click?
AAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!
Damn you Bluelight. Damn you to hell!
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~trouble
(with a pop-o-matic bubble)
I looked. 'No.. I've never even heard of it,' I murmured. 'What is it?'
'Try it,' she smiled. 'You won't regret it. You'll have the time of your life.'
I hesitated. 'Come on,' she urged. 'Just give it a go. I promise you'll like it. And if you don't, well, you never have to do it again.'
'Oh.. alright,' I said nervously, and I took what she offered.
She was right.. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Next time the opportunity arose, I leapt at the chance. This time I liked it even more. Pretty soon, I was a regular to the scene. Now I do it almost every single day.
It's started taking over my life. I can't work, I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about it. If I can't get to it I get anxious. What if I'm missing out on a good time everyone else is having? What if something happens and I'm not there?
I know I need help. I love it so much I almost hate it. Does anybody else feel this way? Am I alone in my addiction?
Does anyone else spend all day checking the message boards for the latest post? Does anyone else feel the incessant need to click, click, click?
AAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!
Damn you Bluelight. Damn you to hell!
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~trouble
(with a pop-o-matic bubble)