i thought i was normal until i got caught during the TPE petronas camp in PD few weeks ago.
They suggest me to go to a rehab as my addiction has become worse.
I told them i'm alright. I'm healthy. I'm stable.
Unfortunately, My words aren't strong enough to penetrate through their ears.
They can't be heard. They are like lulluby during the day.
My actions are their solid proofs.
Being denial is the same as inviting more lions into a trapped cage
Danger awaits..
Finally i admit
i'm addicted to it
I can't live without it
I seem to wanting more and more everyday
My precious...
My precious...
your smelly black t-shirt :P
p/s: it's ok if u got no clue. Only those who have been in my room know wot i mean.
"An addiction can be cured but it takes more time than mending a broken heart and healing a serious disease. "
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