I thought I had it under control, till the tears just came rolling down my face.

I just can’t seem to feel that I have people around me. When I’m in a crowded room I feel as if no ones there. I don’t seem to know who I am anymore. Tonight, it just really hit me that I need to piece myself together. No one out there can help me & I have a really bad craving for ec now & I feel as if, if I don’t have it I might go insane & I don’t have it cos it’s at my grandmas place. Addictions, why are they so cruel?

I’m a horrible person. Why do I always want more than what I already have? Why can’t I just be happy w the fact that I’m so lucky to have whatever I have. I’m sucha screw up