At first addiction is maintained by pleasure, but the intensity of this pleasure gradually diminishes and the addiction becomes maintained by the avoidance of pain
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At first addiction is maintained by pleasure, but the intensity of this pleasure gradually diminishes and the addiction becomes maintained by the avoidance of pain
Frank Tallis (via drugalcoholrecoverycenters)
How do you tell people? How do you tell them that you’re exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? How do you tell them that you need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? How do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone tonight?
Midnight thoughts (I’m burnt out)
“Being me is no different than being most anyone else, I guess.”
I’ll never admit to this but I cannot forgive myself for the scars on my body. It’s hard to forget about what I went through, and with every scar it is a reminder of it all. I wish I could forget.
(via scared-andalone)
She feels nothing when she’s sober that’s why she does what she does the only time she feels alive is when she’s drowning in drugs.
(via feed-me-drugs)
I think most of us are in this situation because instead of people responding in a positive way to our personality and appearance, we were too stupid, too loud, too ugly, and always wrong. More times than not, we were ignored. Of course we have low self-esteem. Our thoughts have always been disregarded. It’s difficult to teach yourself how important you are without any help.
You wonder why we turned to drugs (via heroinwasmyhero)
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me: why
brain: you gotta
Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home.
(via o-scurita)
Addiction is shooting up in the nearest Wendy’s bathroom because you simply cant wait any longer. It forces you to call your dealer at 12:03am because your money just came through and you’ll be damned if you have to wait until a more reasonable hour. It’s crawling around on the floor desperately hoping to find a random pill or speck of drugs you dropped. It’s not just because you cant wait to get high. It’s mainly because you cant spend another second rocking back and forth, staring at the clock, wondering how only 5 minutes have passed. Addiction is impatient, unforgiving, and manipulative. Don’t test it. If you go in thinking you’ll stay in control, you will lose, and you’ll never be the same again.
Thoughts from a recovering addict (via heroinwasmyhero)
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“I destroy homes, tear families apart,take your children, and that’s just the start. I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold, the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold, and if you need me, remember I’m easily found. I live all around you, in schools and in town. I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door. My power is awesome; try me you’ll see, but if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul. When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie. You do what you have to just to get high. The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charmswill be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms. You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad. When you see their tears, you should feel sad. But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised, I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways. I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends. I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side. You’ll give up everything your family, your home,your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone. I’ll take and take, till you have nothing more to give. When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live. If you try me be warned this is no game. If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane. I’ll ravish your body; I’ll control your mind. I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine. The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed, the voices you’ll hear from inside your head,the sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see; I want you to know, these are all gifts from me, But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part. You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do, but you came to me, not I to you. You knew this would happen. Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold. You could have said no, and just walked away,If you could live that day over, now what would you say? I’ll be your master; you will be my slave,I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave. Now that you have met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? Its all up to you. I can bring you more misery than words can tell. Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.”
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