Drugs are demons

Checked myself into to the "ward" before I checked out. One last ditch effort to make my life worthwhile. I miss both my sisters. One has passed and the other despises me. I miss the living even more than the non-living. We used to talk for hours....
I don't know if I will ever overcome escapism. The need to tune out is an instilled condition. I can be free of drugs. Does that make me free?🤔

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