The Addict - A Dead End

I don't know how many people who read this are going to be honest with themselves, but I want you to ask yourself one question. Are you an addict? I recently discovered that I, myself, am an addict.
From freshman year of high school and on, I have been trading one drug for another; constantly looking for a new high. For example, the first time I tried smoking weed, I was hooked-not for life, just until the next best high came along. That next best high happened to be Ecstasy- 'E', 'X', Thizz or whatever they call it these days in the East Bay. While experimenting with Ecstasy, (stimulants turned out to be my drugs of choice) I discovered psychedelic mushrooms, LSD, Cocaine, Oxycontin, anything you could possibly think of, with the exception of anything involving needles; I was never too open to the idea of needles.

This craziness lasted up until my senior year of high school; during which I discovered alcohol. Alcohol: so innocent, so feeble compared to the experiments I had previously conducted. Alcohol: so NOT innocent, so preciously disguised by its legality.

The purpose of this particular posting is not to give the reader a better impression of me :); it is a personal riddance of the void in my life with which for SO long, I have been attempting to fill with drugs. It is as if for my entire life, I have had a large hole in my heart; a hole I did not know how to fill-- a hole I think that other people with the disease of addiction can relate to. Drugs are temporary "void-fillers," not solutions to our problems. It is amazing, however, to think that one little alteration of a person's brain-chemical makeup can temporarily satisfy the need to fill a void affecting their entire outlook on and way of life.