Endless Tunnel

I originally posted this on another website, ten minutes ago. I did not have proper grammar in mind when I wrote this, I doubt anyone high on crystal meth or deprived from sleep would.

Endless Tunnel

Those two words sum my life up.... I live my life like I am walking down an endless tunnel, desperately waiting to see the light to signify the end of this arduous journey. Sometimes I just wanna quit walking and give up, partly because I am depressed and partly because I fear what lies outside the tunnel - aka what the future holds.


The time is one in the morning - I have to get up for school in six. I am still feeling a hard buzz, I will be lucky to get a hour of sleep. My old arch nemesis, Crystal Meth isn't exactly too keen on sleeping. Tomorrow will not be a pleasant day, but I cannot take a "personal" day of school/work because I did so today.

I am all out of meth, I hope that I might be able to get a few small hits out of my bone to get me through at least part of the day. Work will suck - but I can't afford to miss another day. Nothing is more depressing than a broke drug addict. 

The only thing that makes me happy is perhaps the thing that has ruined my life. I am a slave to my own bliss - I am a victim of the oldest evil... temptation. 

Depending on if I manage to get an hour of sleep, I will dream of the light at the end of the tunnel.

Author's Note

As said before, I did not write this with grammar in mind. I do not write often, meaning I am by no means a writer. This was really the first time I ever wrote something like this and it just makes me feel oddly relived to do so.