Sometimes you just have to accept the things that you cannot change. Like, you can compulsive lie your *** off but it still cannot change what is true. They say that the truth is the hardest pill to swallow, so instead I crush it up and I snort it. Even if there were things that I could change I fear I'll just make it even worse, so I mission abort ****. I lack the ability to actually change me, and my courage is cowardly. I'm hopeless, but I really do hope that things will hurt less. I'm useless, but I don't think that I'll ever use less.
If not this, then it would be that. It's all relative Nonsense where overall you were just another substance. But who am I to deprive misery of its love for company, honestly how could I possibly maintain stability and be granted any serenity, when all that is surrounding me and inside of me is constant insanity ?..
Yeah, it's called Drug Abuse, but is the term "Drug Abuse" and the overall meaning behind it really that simple ?.. In which being limited to the technical bottom line meaning and stating that by doing drugs you are abusing those drugs. Where in other words the users are apparently the abusers of the drugs that they use, but isn't it possible that the drugs actually abuse us too ?..