I think we become addicted because without addictions we are nothing. everything means nothing without an addiction to cling to. no foundation in reality. he died a lush but he died addicted to something. he's remembered for something whether good or bad. and as much as you claim your not addicted to something you are, everyone is. that cigarette in your hand, the ***** in the fridge, could even be the person in bed beside you. either way something is an anchor holding you down to earth. balancing you out. keeping you grounded.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
I think we become addicted because without addictions we are nothing. everything means nothing without an addiction to cling to. no foundation in reality. he died a lush but he died addicted to something. he's remembered for something whether good or bad. and as much as you claim your not addicted to something you are, everyone is. that cigarette in your hand, the ***** in the fridge, could even be the person in bed beside you. either way something is an anchor holding you down to earth. balancing you out. keeping you grounded.
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