Addiction

It had been days since my last.

When you crave something, the hours until you get your next bit seem like eternal eons, stretching into a fabric of time that is so subjectively described, that one can not begin to comprehend it.

Every nook and cranny of the mind starts to twist and obsess over something so simple, that it would look insane to an outside viewer.

But persist the obsession does.

Every bit of my body was screaming for the next bit in order to fufill urges that I had only come to known for a short while.

When this happens, one begins to lose themself, becoming a fragment of who they once were.

As the eyes roll back into the user's eyes, a blood-curdling scream can be heard for miles as the need becomes so compulsive it starts to affect one's soul.

The days would begin where I would beg my friends and buy off their product, just to oblige in my twisted obsession, a obsession that lingered between the depths of eternal darkness and the brink of sanity. My friends would sell their own product to me just to help keep me somewhat sane.

My addiction to Girl Scout cookies hadn't just ended in my dabbling. No.

It was just beginning.