Introduction
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Just when you thought you had reached the deepest depths of horror, it suddenly got worse. How to turn off that small voice inside your head that started to whisper that you should be glad … that now, if not before, your revenge was justifiable on any conceivable moral scale. That small voice proved, beyond any doubt, that I was damned.﴿
This hunger, this bloodthirst, is an addiction. Do you know what addiction feels like? In some sick way, it's sort of like love, only a disturbed version of it. The mind's shattering desire to have it near you, every second of every day. The glass bottle in your shaking hand. The hard, unforgiving rim against your warm lips. Sick contentment as the burning liquid runs down your throat.
If it is the pain you seek, it can also provide that. You need but ask.
How many negative emotions do you feel when you are without your lover? Do you get anxious? Lonely?
Or maybe just depressed? You try to hide it, to seem less pathetic than you truly are. Unable to concentrate, cold sweats, racing mind. But then they return, you feel them, hold and caress them. Then you fight: your chest becomes restricted, tears sting your eyes as a wetness rolls down your flushed cheeks. They can't walk away now, it was just getting good. The party was just starting.
Addiction is only your cold-hearted lover, and you the pathetic sap who can't live without it.
