You ever do something you know your not supposed to do? The excitement of breaking the rules, the adrenaline rush it brings can block out anything else in the world. But the fear it brings when you realize the consequences, yet even then you discover the reward is so much greater than the cost you begin to not care. You do it more and more, you become crafty at hiding it. An artist in your own sense, a mastermind when it comes to your craft. Nobody can touch you or even think of talking you out of it. You're addicted without even realizing it, you hide it so well your best friends don't even notice. But what happens next? When the day you get caught & nobody trusts you again? When they find little clues because now they know what to look for? When you crave it but you've gone so long without it you're scared of what may happen if you give in? You feel sick for wanting it, yet very human in the sense of at least you're feeling something now something you had to become used to again. Can I survive it again, or will I crumble in my own fantasies?