Letter

It is midnight on a Friday. You sit alone on the couch in your apartment room, staring aimlessly at the roof. - You reach to the nearest beer bottle, but turning out to be empty. - But you carve for a hit. For that feeling of being in the clouds. - So, you decided to open up that stash of acid you stored in your room. - Pills drops into your hands, the sight alone is enough to make you want to consume them. - "Take me" it says, "We will have a great time" - After all, you want all the pain to go...