I hate them. I hate what they do to the people addicted to them. I hate what they do to the people around those addicted. I hate that so many people turn to them when life’s attrition gets to be too much. Say what you will about junkies, but most people do drugs to cope with reality’s horror and bullshit. Drugs stole my friend from me. She’s still alive, she’s clean, and I pray first and foremost every day that she stays that way. But drugs stole her from me. They bled our friendship white and bleached away anything that was left of the person I was friends with. Yeah, we’re still friends and all. But what we had was fucking amazing, and what’s left now is just…whatever. Drugs put her family through so much, ruined so many of her other friendships, destroyed her life so much and damn near killed her. But impotent rage is all I can do, and as always, all I can do doesn’t mean piss.
"We guard the stars." - Admiral Jaan
"The Path to Glory is the path to destruction; yours, or your enemy’s…"
-Magister Khalistim Bhewko
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