HmmmI guess you could say that.
Its another one of my addictions I run to when I cant cope with what is going on in my life. Banging my wrists, lighting matches til the tips of my fingers put the flame out, cutting, smoking, violence, sex lots of it. I did well I guess you could say. Didnt come back to those vices for a few years but drinking was always there.
Self destruction has always been a favorite game of mines. Sad and sick in many ways. How far can I fall before I start to climb back up? That void that I can never really fill. Can I find a way to be content or even secure? That ******* void...never seems to go away.
The dumb **** I do to fill it. The extremes I can never seem to surpass. The silly triggers that send me spiraling. That darkness I want to drown in. I dont know how to stop and I dont really question it.