It's crazy when you get addicted to things.
Like when you get to the point of needing said addiction, and becoming sick/angry/incapable of doing things when you don't have it. Seeking comfort from it, as if it were a friend. As if it could say, "Just sit down and tell me about it. Let me take your mind off it."
So you do, you sit down; you tell your addiction about your problems.
"It's okay, I know just how you feel." It says. "Just stick with me and everything's going to be alright."
So you do, but now your friends and family are becoming concerned.
"You're killing yourself." They say. "That's how so-and-so died." They say. "It's ruining your life." They say.
The addiction lays a gentle hand upon your shoulder and says, "Don't listen. Where were they when you needed them?" It says. "They don't know. I've always been there for you."
So you look your family/friends in the eye and tell them, "F**k off. I'm an adult." You say. "It's my body." You say. "It's my life."
As they walk away in sadness, your addiction tells you, "That's right. Let them go; we'll always have each other." It says, "We understand each other." It says, "We love each other."
In time, your body withers, and as well as your mind. Your family shuns you. Your friends abandon you.
The addiction says, "I'll always be there for you, just stay with me and everything's going to be alright."
So do you?
And what sucks is that drugs aren't the only addicting things; you can just as easily get addicted to other things, such as love, money, emotions, and pain.
A slave in denial be the addict at heart.