Goodbye old life

When you have the easiest life possible.

Get up, buy weed.. Play videogames all day. Who cares right?

I am too busy being a Peter Pan

So i would never even notice a holy spirit calling me out for my true purpose of life. I am to busy killing people on Runescape or building trapbases on Rust.

Great fun, no soul needed. Just click and play. Click and play. Click and play Click and play. Click and play.

Are you done reading click and play? Well i have been clicking and playing for 16 hours straight. Oh the fun.

But then you wake up one day and you start to turn grey.

What?

The one thing i made fun of in my life as a toxic gamer :

Old people playing games.

You think you are awake but it's actually just a dream because life is not what it seems untill you find out what it truly is and then you TRULY wake up.

No education, no social life, no money, no job, no motivation.

A screw up, a low life. Prone to become a homeless bum.

But nonetheless intelligent....

Atleast that is what you say to yourself with the hopes and dreams of getting noticed by a millionaire that shares the same idea.

Sweet dreams are made of this.

It's all just an illusion.

This life. Your life. My opinion against proven facts.

And now you are here after reading a story that had nothing to do with rehab or drug abuse.

I am a gamer since the 90s that smokes tons of weed

It cost me my soul.

I want it back.

Atleast the broken pieces of my past so i can try to glue it back together.

Will i be happy in rehab?

No

Will i be happy regaining control of my life?

No

Will i become a better person?

Probably not.

But one thing i know is that i am going to rehab.

I am sick of this mind.

Yet i am loving this mind.

I would never trade it for another.

Yet. Here i am, rehab.

Thank you

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