I took my plate with a huge steak, and rice, and salad. Dammit I was starving. The phone rang and it was him. Just one minute and my world became a mess. To give you an idea of the damage, it left me less than half a pack. A record for those who didn’t support it for months. It’s amazing how that’s the only thing that can calm me down. And as I saw the smoke rising out of the window, my demons took possession of me even and even more. And more. And more. And the only thing I could thought was: “I wish I was dead so I wouldn’t have to put up with me”. I saw the plate and it seemed without life. I was despising something that an hour ago it was the most amazing thing in front of me.
I wish I could have something that could cure me fast. Or I just need a good psychologist.