#Chapter30

Cien-

The high from the cocaine settled down and dread swooped in, the comedown was always the worst. The feeling of utter and pure dread, misery, madness. Death. It felt like death. Paranoia and physical pain. It was the part of it that made me want to hit another line, to get rid of the agony that was going through my existence.

I guess it was a mirror of life, the comedown from the cocaine, it was exactly like living and always aching, wanting, searching for something more. Finding love only to get hurt, not being able to handle the heartbreak so you search for someone else, something else,...