My version
My version of sadness is like an addiction because once you're sad you fall back again but if you hit the ground too hard something in your head goes wrong. It's like the jokes kids say when they're trying to say someone is an idiot so they say "oh his mother dropped him when he was was a baby". Well life dropped me, actually it threw me on the ground and broke my hands. Now when I'm sad my hands feel like weights so I'm sorry if I don't text you our answer your call my hands are too heavy and my tears fall down because I can't even dry my own tears up. My version of sadness is an addiction because once you fall and don't get up quickly enough you fall back again and again and again and again and maybe once more. An addict without help to falls back into the drug but my drug goes straight to my head and stays and stays and it talks to me. Saying how horrible and how EVERYTHING IS MY FAULT. My drug does not give me pleasure, happiness or all those wonderful things instead my drug likes to be a brat and be the exact opposite. But the thing with me is that I do have help. I'm an addict with help that always falls back into my glorious drug. -g.s.h
