The thing I find most exhilarating about shooting up is the risk we willingly take every day. Each time I stick that needle in my arm, I put my entire life on the line and - in a sick way - being soo close to death makes me feel more alive than ever. Time seemingly slows as I wait anxiously for the burst of scarlet red that comes when I’ve hit my mark. I find the vein with ease - I’ve done this many times before. As I push the plunger down further and further, I can feel my heart tremble. Any second could be my last, and yet I keep pushing all the way to the end. Because in that moment - when the final drop enters my blood stream - the world slips away and there’s nothing but bliss. It literally takes my breath away; I cough. As I pull the needle out with shaky hands - my breathing shallow and irregular - I teeter on the edge of life & death. This is where I belong. I suppose you could say I’m a junkie
Sunny D. (@Flailr)
This is better than any love story man
(via addiction-diva)
