Day three without Hydrocodone and I am experiencing some intense bullshit. I’m a wreck inside—the shakes, the sweats, the depression. I called in sick yesterday. There was no way I could get out of bed. I’m obsessed with scoring. I tried to devise ways of copping another bottle. Maybe, I should tell them I lost my bottle on a camping trip over Labor Day weekend? Maybe, I should go to a walk-in clinic and tell them I had a back injury? Maybe, I should try to score from an online pharmacy? This is utterly insane. I can’t believe I've done this to my body.
Some interesting lyrics from Kanye West’s song “Addiction”
Why everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would
Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could
What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three