K:
A drug. That's what he was. The day we were first introduced by that stupid site, he made me feel so... happy. The happiest I'd felt in so long. At first, the whole thing seemed like such a good thing/idea. Whenever we talked, I felt that happiness. Little did I know that the pieces he'd picked up and replaced with his own had sunk below and were poisonous, infecting my blood stream and weakening me. It took a while for the sadness to kick in, but when it did, it was unbearable. I didn't know he was the cause at first. I kept talking to him, because I thought he made me happy, but he slipped the sadness into his sweet words like an invisible pill, and the next morning I'd wake up wanting to curl up and disappear. I lost a lot because of him. He ruined me.
And then finally, finally, finally, FINALLY... I gave him up. But the trouble with drugs is, no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you, and you will always want to go crawling back. |
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