A True Story
I've come to visit once again. I LOVE to see you suffer mentally, physically, spiritually, and socially. I want to have you restless so you can never relax. I want you jumpy, nervous, and anxious. I want to make you agitated and irritable so everything and everybody makes you uncomfortable. I want you to be confused and depressed so you can't think clearly or positively. I want to make you hate everything and everybody especially yourself. I want you to feel guilty and remorseful for the things you have done in the past that you'll never be able to let go of. I want to make you angry and hateful toward the world for the way it is and the way you are. I want you to feel sorry for yourself and blame everything but your addiction for the way things are. I want you to be deceitful and untrustworthy, and to manipulate and con as many people as possible. I want to make you fearful and paranoid for no reason at all. I want you to wake up all hours of the night screaming for me. You know you can't sleep without me. I'm even in your dreams. I want to be the first thing you wake up to every morning and the last thing you touch before you blackout. I would rather kill you, but I'll be happy enough if I can put you back in the hospital, another institution, or prison. I will still be waiting for you when you come out. I love to watch you going slowly insane. I love to see all the physical damage that I'm doing to you. I can't help but sneer and laugh when you shiver and shake, when you freeze and sweat at the same time, and when you wake up with your sheets and blankets soaking wet. It's amazing how much destruction I can do to your internal organs while at the same time work on your brain, destroying it bit by bit. I deeply appreciate how much you sacrifice for me. The countless good jobs you've thrown away for me; all the fine friends you've deeply cared for, you gave up for me, you fool. What's more, for the ones you turned against yourself because of your inexcusable actions...I'm more than grateful. And especially your loved ones, your family, the most important people in the world to you. You even threw them away. I cannot express in words the gratitude I have for the loyalty you have for me. You sacrificed all these beautiful things in life just to devote yourself completely to me. But do not despair my friends, for on me you can always depend. For after you have lost all these things, you can still depend on me to take even more. You can depend on me to keep you in living hell, to keep your mind, body and soul. For I will not be satisfied until you are dead, my friend.
Faithfully Yours,
Your Drug of Choice FOOL
