Yes, it's amazing how much destruction I can be to your internal organs,
while at the same time working on your brain, destroying it bit by bit.

I deeply appreciate how much you are sacrificing for me. The countless good
jobs you have given up for me; all the friends that you deeply cared for, you
gave up for me. And what's even more, all the ones you turned yourself
against because of your inexcusable actions.

I am eternally grateful, especially for the loved ones, family and the more
important people in the world that you have turned yourself against. You
threw even those away for me!

But do not despair, my friend, for on me you can always depend. After you
have lost all these things, you can still depend on me to take even more. You
can depend on me to keep you in living HELL, mind, body, and soul.

For I will not be satisfied until you ARE DEAD, my friend.
Forever Yours,
Your Addiction

~by GYE (From the net)
Dear Friend,
I have come to visit once again. I love to see you suffer mentally,
physically, spiritually, and socially. I want to make you restless so you
can never relax. I want to make you jumpy, nervous, and anxious. I want
to make you agitated and irritable so everything, and everybody
makes you uncomfortable.

I want you to be confused and depressed, so that you can't think
clearly and positively. I want you to feel guilty and remorseful for the
things you have done in the past and you'll never be able to let go of.

I want to make you angry and hateful toward the world for the way it is
and the way you are. I want you to feel sorry for yourself and blame
everything but me for the way things are.

I want you to be deceitful and untrustworthy and to manipulate and
con as many people as possible. I want to make you feel fearful
and paranoid for no reason at all.

I want to make you wake up all hours of the night screaming for me.
You know you  can't sleep without me, I'm even in your dreams.
I want to be the first thing you think about every morning and the
last thing you think about before you black-out. I'd rather kill you,
but I'd be happy enough to put you back in the hospital, another
institution, or jail. But you know that I'll be waiting for you when
you get out.

I love to watch you slowly go insane. I can't help but sneer and
chuckle when you shiver sheets and blankets soaking wet. It's
amusing to watch you ignore yourself; not eating, not sleeping, not
even attending your personal hygiene.
A "Love Letter" From Your Addiction:
Dawn Cove Abbey
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Providing Roadside Assistance for your Journey through Life
Detoxifying The Alienated Conditioned Mind
From, "One! The Journey hOMe", the eBook  by Klaas Tuinman ©2007-19
Questions and comments welcomed.