Dear diary,
Today this message cross my mind that I am going to be walking down the same street in year 2016.
Autobiography of an addict in 5 short chapters
Chapter 1
I walk down the street,
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk, I fall in.
I am lost, I am hopeless. It take forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street,
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk, I pretend I dun see it,
I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But I believe it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street, There is a deep hole in the sidewalk, I see it is there, I still fall in
It‘s a habit. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street, There is a deep hole in the sidewalk, I walk around it
Chapter 5
I walk down another street.