Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

“Okay, so what made you need to take a break from him?” “Everything,” I replied. “I feel like I’m so addicted to him that that’s all I am. I’m not Brenda anymore. I’m just…addicted. I obsess over him literally all the time. I can’t do it anymore—I have to be me, too. It hurts.” “So don’t let yourself be that bad.” “Really? Years of studying to understand the human mind and all you’ve got is, ‘Don’t let yourself be that bad’? I figured that out without the degree.” I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on my stomach.

The lights, the attention, the power of the moment. It made me feel like a diva. Like a goddess. When the music started, and my body moved with the rhythm, the entire room faded away. For those few minutes, it felt like I was the only person that existed. And that feeling… It was dangerously addictive. The money wasn’t bad either. Dancing full-time meant the pay was incredible, and for the first time since coming to the city, I didn’t feel like I was constantly struggling to survive. But even with everything going so well, one thought kept creeping back into my mind.

Addiction /əˈdɪkʃ(ə)n/ The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity. ___________________________________________________________________________ 9 / 7 / 2021 Addiction…. We all have some type of addiction in this world ; from drugs to harmless addictions to bowl of noodles , nevertheless they are addictions. Some are much more serve than others , and… the wonderful thing is that it is visible to any passerby. I say it is wonderful because the person gains support – an alcoholic will gain support from passerby or family members while be vomits up his breakfast. They support them , they identify the person’s addiction and pushes them to get treatment.

He nodded his head hesitantly as he guessed me. I continued, "Can I get more?". Like the clueless, he questions back "More what?" I crossed my arms, glared at him, and asked "Seriously Zan?" He rouses his brows at me, I wonder why I call him like that though. He sighed and said, "Jay you know what? I can't because if you use another time it will make you addicted. Yesterday you looked so disturbed so I intend to help you not to make you addicted to this. I am sorry".

“One stupid piece, but still.” “You know what?” I pause. “I have a confession. I think I have an addiction.” Her eyebrows furrow, “Huh?” “It’s serious,” I sigh. “I’ve never told anyone before, but lately, it’s gotten bad, and I was seeing a few of those indicators in you, so I had to ask.” “What kind of addiction?” “It’s rare, modern medicine can't cure it, I’ve tried everything, but I always relapse.” I softly say, trying my best to appear vulnerable. “It’s called Aeliana.”

I wasn't sure how I'd get rid of this addiction. The cruelest thing about addiction is the way it twists your mind. You tell yourself, “This is my last drink.” “This is the last time I’ll fucking taste her.” But deep down, you know that’s a lie. You’re caught in the grip of a craving that makes you feel more alive and more fucking miserable at the same time.

Dad says patting my back. I nod. "Why am I so weak dad? Why couldn't I get rid of all that stuff when I knew it was wrong? Why did it take her finding out," I ask searching his hazel eyes. "From what it sounds like, you have an addiction son. Orgasms feel amazing. Your body will always crave that type of release and pleasure. Porn addictions and sex addictions are serious. You stopped having sex so I guess your need for porn spiked. There is help son, don't worry. I plan on getting you that help," dad says pulling me to my feet.

Do you think you can still play so well again? "It depends on my opponent," I bragged. "What do you tell me about a bet?” " Bets are addictive" I refused with my head. Fred laughed. "I have no money and I don't want to bet my soul on you. It's the only thing I can offer.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

"Yeah, well, I did. Let's just say old habits are hard to break." "So if doing a little coke makes you lonely, desperate, and emotional why do it?" "Have you ever done coke before Zeke, I mean real good coke not that shit that has been stepped on twenty times." "No. I usually stick to weed." "You see doing a little coke for someone like me is not a real good idea. It only leaves me wanting more." "Yeah, I heard it's pretty fucking addictive, but then why did you only do a little if it fucks you up that bad making you want more!"