67). The dust has only just begun to fall. Crop circles in the carpet; sinking, feeling...

(Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap)

Hello there. :) I've been so wrapped up in literature recently that I haven't had time to blog! (This is a first. Seriously. I'm like addicted to blogging and reading others' blogs. I'm amazed I didn't experience withdrawal symptoms.) Right now I'm reading Beautiful Boy by David Sheff, which is a hauntingly beautiful and painful recollection of a father's experience with his son's addiction to crystal meth. Since I've read said son's book of his own perspective during addiction (Tweak by Nic Sheff), this book is even more intriguing to me than it would be as a stand-alone experience because this novel fills in the bits and pieces missing from Nic's book and provides a deeper understanding of how much a disease affects not just the addicted person, but everyone around them, both physically and mentally. Though at times stark and abrasive, the text paints a vivid picture of pain, confusing, and, mostly, hurt, and makes the reader really sympathize with David and his family. The reader also becomes very attached to Nic, because it is obvious, through David's words, that he is a pure soul who simply took a wrong turn somewhere along the path of life, and that he is worthy of a better life. Overall, I recommend both books to anyone who has either experienced an addiction, known someone with an addiction, or is curious to learn more about the disease (there is quite a bit of factual information contained within the book, as well as extra resources cited.) PHEW.

Now that I'm thinking about it - why is it that drugs and their usage have become so glamorized in our society? A quick search of "drugs", for example, on weheartit.com brings up images such as the following, rather than pictures showing the destruction and harm caused by drugs (although I do admit to getting a chuckle out of the t-shirts in pic #2):

The negative (even deadly) side effects and consequences of drugs are preached to us through school, from parents, by the government, and even sometimes through media like TV and music, from a young age. Now that technology is heavily integrated into our lives and information is increasingly easy to access, you'd think that either the law enforcement officials would be able to catch the people creating/distributing/using drugs, or people would learn enough about them that they'd never want to touch them. 

However, I suppose that this ultra-easy and efficient way of accessing information also makes it easier for people to learn how to create and obtain drugs. Hmm. :/ All technology has it's pros and cons, I suppose... WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?

Also: I'd like to post something I wrote a few years ago that I think really exemplifies my feelings recently. This has been a fucking weird July, and I can honestly say that I've experienced more emotions in the last couple of weeks than I have in my entire life up until then. Tell me what you think:

Untitled (by me)

Maybe you should begin to apologize for all that you've done wrong.

Fucked up, but it's okay - they'll forgive you in the end.

I never will.

Forget the flashing headlights and the screeching owls and brakes and cats outside your window when we were making love by your TV set.

And I loved you once upon a time, ago... forgotten.

Now it's just baggy shirts and bleeding ink to remind me of how I spent the month of December.

Oh, sure, baby, you're beautiful; oh, sure, baby, you're not so sure.

And I'm not so sure I want to have anything to do with you.

It's a shore thing...barefoot and bleeding, I cast you into tumbling waters and left you to drown.

Now all I need to do is dress these wounds.

And that was how I spent the month of December.

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Apologies for the wordiness of this post. I've got a lot on my mind. Also - I'm working on a story currently, and I hope to post bits of it throughout the next while as I work to finish it.

Leave a comment! :) ♥