I’m not angry, no. I’m scared—yes. Anxious? Absolutely. But this is different, I’m craving something in the slightest of ways. I’ve never done drugs, nothing hard anyway. But I imagine this is what a recovering addict experiences—that nostalgic sentiment of needing a fix but knowing you can never have it. A reminiscent yearning of something more, but also something unobtainable at the same time.
