It’s funny how I only turn to you when I have nowhere else to go. As for when any other substance no longer stimulates me enough to keep my sanity in check, you’re my exit. In a way you’re a God to me. I don’t want to be dependent on anything, to say the least, dependent on you. But this feeling is so reoccurring, that I’m afraid it’s not temporary. Perhaps it’s a part of me that I will have to learn how to embrace. Question is, can I?