text: i was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation based love story it all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted an emotional speedball perhaps of thunderous love and roiling excitement soon you start craving that intense attention with a hungry obsession of any junkie when the drug is witheld you promptly turn sick crazy and depleted not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere goddamn it because he used to give it to you for free next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have that thing even one more time meanwhile the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you he looks at you like you re someone he s never met before much less someone he once loved with high passion the irony is you can hardly blame him i mean check yourself out you re a pathetic mess unrecognizable even to your own eyes so that s it you have now reached infatuation s final destination the complete and merciless devaluation of self pg