Addiction

I need to stop. I'm stopping today. Today I made one of the best mistakes as of late, and I'm not gonna regret it, just as I don't regret most things I do. It's just the consequences I get to my actions that I regret.
But laying in that bed in the drugged up state of mind, not knowing whether I was sleeping or not, and surprised when I was pulled out of the trance made me feel like a child. I don't like leaving the wonderful confines of a bed. It's almost as though the bed is talking to me, humming, lulling, saying: "Here my child, I'll envelop you and protect you from the outside world".

My entire body hurts.

Being in that place I was today makes me feel comfortable now, no internal angst invades me anymore. Here I feel secure and warm, my body singes these bedsheets. It almost felt like I was sick, but I had no fever or sore throat. Pure exhaustion, heat, and elementary images in my head.
In that state of mind I don't worry about my other addictions. I prefer this than the constant look for substance in other humans and the obsessive behavior I tend to get when something is either very interesting or threatens my existence. After all, that's why anyone gets offended. When something threatens their beliefs, they oppose it.
It's been about nine or ten hours since I've left that place, but the feeling inside me still lingers. This comatose feeling, I don't want to give up yet. I think i'll just shower and get on my homework until 12.

Goodnight blogger. <3