I’m sorry that I am an addict I want to quit but I can’t I feel like I am stuck and a black mass is wrapping itself around my ankles squeezing tighter and tighter. Then it slithers up my legs around my waist around my arms squeezing me like a boa constrictor restricting my breath I cannot breathe. I am bound by the misery of addiction early similar to my child hood and it won’t let me go.
I am sorry so sorry. I feel helpless like an infant in the arms of a mad man too small to know the danger it is in to week to do anything about it if it did. I want to blame this on my father but ...