Teenage Wasteland

It’s not that I wanted to be hooked on this.

It all started the day that I just couldn’t take anything anymore. I went to the streets to find some of those guys who sell everything. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but it just kind of found me.

It felt like I was being lifted away from this crazy land. Like up into the clouds or into the heavens above. I could feel nothing after it began to sink into my possesed body. No emotions or feelings were left in my mind. It took away all the pains aching inside my soul.

This feeling was too amazing to ignore. There was no way I could ever go back to being a normal person again. This is when i became addicted.

Everyday I go through the same routine. I take it in the morning, go to school, and after school I go visit the boy in the alley way and buy the supply for tomorrow. It costs a hell of a lot of money though. I am running out of money and my family never gives me any unless I give them a reason why.

I’m ashamed of myself.

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