you’re being pretentious and foolish. i assure you no one is getting anything from an addict but headaches and heartaches. yes, perhaps good s**, but that is only s** in the end, nothing deep and satisfying. i suspect there’s something personal being fulfilled with an addict, but have no idea, some sort of escapism I don’t understand the appeal really, because i’ve certainly been with people who can control themselves, who offer the same eccentricities, but found myself not interested in them, turned-off even. i am sure there is something in it that an addict needs caretaking somewhat like a child who does not know any better, like i am a softer version of a teacher. it’s a dilemma really.
