Maybe I just crave the escape, the numbness, the absence of thought. Maybe I just crave the feeling of injecting something into my veins, snorting powder up my nose. Maybe I just need to be tied to the past. Maybe it's Satan grabbing a hold of my foot and pulling just a little at a time. Maybe I'm more sucidal than I thought I was. After all, heroin is a death wish. Instant addiction, instant death, overdose.
You would think that Heroine's overdose would keep me from craving. I wish it did but it doesn't. I feel so powerless to the addiciton, life, Satan. I feel so powerless to everything: like relapse is inevitable - sooner or later. I feel so trapped, pushed into a corner. Honestly, who craves something so bad that they know has the potential to take them out with one shot? I do. Addicts do.
I'm coming up on six months clean and lately it's been relapse city around here. Hopefully, I will make it to my six months. We have a little party planned and everything. I want to make it. I really do. I want to stay clean, want to keep counting, don't want to relapse. "May the ties that bind us together be stronger than those that tear us apart."

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