the euphoric feeling, the happiness that lasts until sun set. The intense anxiety that emerges after the drug leaves your system, is just part of life. The early mornings are the worst, waking up and feeling empty. Your body aching, your brain voiceless while trying to decipher what went wrong in life. You hoping to stay clean, and not relapse again. Then your wife starts nagging you. So you open your drawer, pick up the gun and relapse again. You wait 30 min, and it hits you. Happiness, you start loving life. You start appreciating your wife. You want the best for her. So after she leaves for work, you go back to your community. People you can relate to. Forums you can enjoy, except The TRIBAL COUNCIL. There is nothing good that comes from that forum, it's just a endless vicious cycle of being proud of wickedness.
This is my story what is yours?
I wrote a full page of nonsense yesterday most of it were not coherent, drugs makes you creative. I hope @Medulla forgives me for relapsing. @merka understood I was on drugs. I hope people don't think I am crazy.
Somali politics, when I am on drugs
This is my story what is yours?
I wrote a full page of nonsense yesterday most of it were not coherent, drugs makes you creative. I hope @Medulla forgives me for relapsing. @merka understood I was on drugs. I hope people don't think I am crazy.
Somali politics, when I am on drugs
