Last night I got high.
Monday started very good, but the week has been going down.
Although I’ve been able of reducing the time between sessions, every time the dose is higher.
I can’t go running anymore. Last day I tried to do some exercise and discovered how this is damaging me. I saw myself in the mirror, but the face I saw was not mine. In the dark, the man at the other side of the mirror, the ghost with the squalid skull, looking at me with eyes wide open, laughing. I saw him, and he spoke to me.