as i lay on the carpet rolled in a ball i fought with the question. “should i do it again” or “should i just go through it?” the answer was simple. i crawled to my nightstand and pulled out the celophane wrapper. pouring the misty substance into the spoon. ” god please stop the insanity” i screamed. my viens longed for the warm feeling once again to run through my lifeless body waiting for rejuvantation. At last euphoria. will this ever end?