Diary of a substance addict. All I can think about is intake. Intake this and the pain will subside. Momentarily. Intake. Intake. Intake. I got to learn to breathe. Whilst the air is still free. They charge us for everything else. How long? How long do I need to fight? I am not complaining. Existence is futile. Not resistance. They got that one ☝️ wrong. Twenty years. Creating my music. I do it for myself first. If someone gets something from it….it was worth it. Wasn’t it? Time. Ticks. Away.