You would think that after 11 years of being dope sick I would be super happy to be off the shit. Why am I not? Why can't I just feel normal? That's really all I want. I wake up everyday looking for something to make me feel better. Exercise, funny things, just little things to make me feel better, but then it makes me sick when I realize that I spend my entire day trying to feel better. Why can't I just wake up and live. Just exist and coexist peacefully with the world around me. It's been a long time since I laughed, but I cry every day. THIS ISN'T ME.
