Powerless His Addiction

My addiction looks like a dog's red rocket. Imagine a booger yao ming. I can locate the burning in my trachea. The fracture on my solar plexus, the broom handel sticking in the right side of my neck. I labeled these emotional Heartache. I feel Angry, homicidal anxious, energetic focused all of it in an instant. It's not euphoria or manic. It doesn't feel like a reward to my pleasure center or a warning from my nervous system. It is planning out 30, 365, 5, years today tomorrow and next week There addiction is denial. There motto is. He can't, but I can, and I will because I can.