Dysfunctional Dreamer

The Art Of Losing Control (Or Not)

That certain Wednesday night, Esther delivered some extraordinary cookies to my room. They were not that great, really. I was waiting for the feeling of losing control to set in, but it never did. So we waited. Tried jumping on my bed, as requested by my friend, but that didn't help either. Took a walk, nothing happened. All I felt was sick in the stomach. I was all worn out, but not high, and disappointed.

It's a terrible thing, when what you desire most is the loss of self-control, and you find out that your body has a high tolerance to alcohol and drugs. So much for trying.

posted by nori_b @ 12:35 PM