I'm In Trouble I'm An Addict Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

Who ever would have thought it? I pour myself a mug of coffee, add creamer and some sugar. I need it after last night. My legs, I’m telling you are wobbly I can still feel him. That dick of his is mammoth whatever the girls have been saying, trust me it is all true. So damn true and he has become my new addiction. I cannot wait for him to come home tonight, and we can do it all over again.

It seems like my life is on an endless loop of hopelessness when all I want is to catch a break. The twenty or so minutes until Manny gets his break tick by like hours. Words form in my head. Angry, bitter words. But I probably won't say them. What would be the use? Words don't work in situations where an addict hasn't hit rock bottom. Only Manny knows where that point is for him. Even answering texts from my best friend, Lita, doesn't take my mind off the confrontation about to occur. I jump on the casino’s free Wi-Fi and scroll through F******k, tagging and liking random posts about baby goats and chickens wearing pajamas.

I said and he tried to stand up but I stopped him and sat down beside him. "why? Jina is here. She will help you... if you want she will increase her hours but you will stay here. You have no idea... Many bad people go to rehab centre. I can't let you go there." He said and I slowly raised my hand and caressed the frown of worry formed on his forehead. "Relax and listen... both the times when you thought I tried to commit suicide, I was just taking one after another pill because I was addicted... I still am. This time too I made the pills subconsciously because I am addicted. Half of my problem is those pills.

When I go back to my old life, if I ever go back to my old life, what then? I walked around like an empty shell when I wasn’t distracting myself with studying or getting high. Frankly, being here has kept me sober longer than I’ve been in the past 5 years, combined. Because every day, every, single, day, I was taking Adderall if I was working on projects, taking edibles to put me to sleep, or smoking pot to make the day bearable. I’m the definition of self-destructive, and it’s by the grace of God that somehow, I’m still alive and only a borderline addict.

I had to tell him. "Lee...I'm an addict.” I stated. "A drug addict. It started after my dad left. He wasn't paying attention to me at all and so I started doing a lot of bad shit to get his attention and when that didn't work, I started using to make the pain go away. Started off with coke and...escalated quickly." "You were only sixteen when he left." Lee said quietly. "You started doing drugs that early?" I nodded. "But things didn't get that bad. I had a boyfriend who didn't like me using so I stopped...until we broke up and then I was right back to it. I paused a little again when I started here, but once I got my footing...back to drugs."

Cassie walked through the whole street of New york city like a lost puppy. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. This can't be true, what she saw was just a dream, a nightmare. That was what she wanted to believe but deep down she was finding it hard to digest. Everything, everything she witnessed kept replying in her head and it made her feel disgusting, made her feel helpless and hopeless. "Are you planning to kill yourself?" Miguel asked in a cold tone, when he noticed that the girl he saved few minutes ago was planning on killing herselfherself by walking in the middle of the road.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

He answered as she slowly placed the glass tip on her lips and took a big gulp. "How are you feeling now?..." He sat down on the chair beside the bed, crossing his leg on another and resting arms on armchair. The chair was looking so small in front of him. "Why you brought me here?... I said no to drugs for a reason, still you used?..." She asked placing the glass back on the nightstand and totally ignoring his question. "it's the effect of medicines. I couldn't leave you injured among the dead bodies... And it's a good manners to introduce yourself first miss___?"