A MILLION LITTLE PIECES

My need to get fucked up has grown exponentially. It has grown to the point that it is no longer a thought and it has grown to the point that I don't have any thoughts. There is just a base instinct. Get something. Fill me. Get something. Fill me.

I don't feel anything anymore or what I do feel is so powerful that my mind and my body are incapable of allowing it to register.

Your body has suffered from a pattern of such profound and prolonged abuse that it will not hold up anymore.