drug

In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.

One of the many downsides to being a drug addict is never really knowing if the stuff is real.

Memory was my drug of choice. -Pea Hicks

I don__ fundamentally understand why people give a shit about what other people put up their noses or what other people put in their veins or what other people breathe into their lungs. I mean I sort of care like if somebodies an addict it__ very destructive to people around that addict. It__ destructive to themselves. I__ like to get them help. I certainly support that which is to get that person help but, I don__ understand how people wake up and say I have to eradicate drug use across the land. __ gotta stick my nose into the business of what other people stick up their nose._ I just find that incomprehensible. I mean, is your life so vacant and so hysterical, so empty, so void of love, care and affection? I can go play with my daughter or I can go and obsessively try and get politicians to throw people in jail for doing things I don__ like. I can__ imagine why people would be choosing option ___ but, only because they don__ have anyone who loves them or, anyone they care about. They don__ have any rich, significant, important, hobbies, relationships, artistic pursuits or anything rich enough to keep them from obsessing about what other people do or bossing and bulling what other people do. This __tick your nose in other people__ business_ Is so compulsive and epidemic to human society.

She shook her head, and closed her eyes. I felt her weariness then, and with it, my own. I felt it dark and heavy upon me, darker and heavier than any drug they ever gave me - it seemed heavy as death. I looked at the bed. I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains, like bats, ready to swoop. Now, I thought, I might jolt the post and they would only fall, and shatter, and turn to powder.

He's like a drug for you, Bella.

People say hate is like a poison _ but they're wrong. It's like a drug. You never forget your first hit, how it seduces you with its strength and power, and takes you completely by storm. It colors your world in light and meaning, until you wonder how you ever managed to get by without it. And then, eventually, you get to a point where you can't. It takes over your life, until hating becomes your reason for living.

If you don__ know how to deal with emotion, other people__ feelings can hit you like a drug.