Junkie
It’s been almost two hours since I’ve had a hit. I’ve gotta get my fix, I can’t sleep without it. Please. Please somebody look at my blog. Give me a like, follow, and comment. Hell, who am I kidding, I’ll take any one of the three. Just please someone give it to me. Oh, a notification! What’s this? It’s a fan! No… It’s not… Just another spam comment. I swear, theses bots are going to be the death of me. Between the lulls in notifications forcing down from my high, into withdrawal, and the false alarms I don’t think I can do it. My heart can’t take much more. I bounce back and forth between my social media accounts… Did I get anything here? No. Damnit… Maybe it just needs to be refreshed… Nope… Shit… I’m going on three hours now and nothing. I’m getting the shakes… My eye lids are twitching, skin is itching, I just need something, anything to hold me over… Any little…
