Everybody messes up. We all just need some help. Dear strangers who don't care about my thread, When I first started doing this thing, I was a teenager. I have no idea if it was because of my always mom, my horrible boyfriend, or simply because of my moronic teenage side. All I know is that I wanted something to make me feel better. And it changed me. It took me to places I've never imagined to go; it made me feel like I could do anything. I felt so strong and, at the same time... so hopeless. I've been hooked ever since. When you first try it, it seems like you are doing a really innocent thing. I mean, everybody does it; they are not even trying to hide it. I'm sure that if you took a walk to any street in your city, you could easily see it; next to schools, outside of the coffee shops, behind the dumpster. The world is full with people like me, so why is society so against us? I swear, I thought that one time would be enough. You see a new, interesting thing to do, try it and leave it. I had a brilliant plan to reach this new experience and then quit. Yet somehow it didn't work the way I wanted it to. The second time was a bit of a downer. I didn't feel as good as the first time and it only emptied my wallet. It was a perfect time to leave it, and I would have if my guy, (the person that introduced me to that stuff), would have let me. He promised me that it would get better. I trusted him and ordered another one. Soon my friends started to notice. It was pretty obvious. I was always late, getting strange calls and immediately disappearing afterwards. Even my house was a mess: the curtains were ripped off, all the vases were broken; and, you could always feel that strange, unpleasant smell coming out of securely locked doors. I was just about to make another order, when my boyfriend caught me. The look on his face was mortifying. Such a disappointment, then denial and finally... fear. After a lot of tears and screams, I promised him that I'd stop, but...how can I? It became such a big part of me, of who I am. I regret ever doing this. Yet finally, after all this time, after getting this off my chest, I can finally say it: I'm a catholic. No, not that kind of one. I'm a cat-holic. I adopt cats. At this moment, I have six of them. We all live in my apartment. We go out to lunch, go for lovely walks, and even watch movies together. We are a family. Of course, my lovely boyfriend is jealous; and, because he's such a censored censored censored censored censored person, I decided to create a thread. Anonymous Catholics. Together, we can say goodbye to this life breaking habit and become people who can be fully functional in this judgmental society! With love, Anonymous Catholic P.S. Every new member of this club needs to bring a pack of potato chips and a hula hoop. Because of reasons.
I thought you were hooked on crack for a sec then I knew that it would be something totally different
I have three cats.....and one sucks her tail like a baby would suck her thumb. Odd cat. And the male sits on my shoulder like a parrot watching me study. Strange creatures.
So everything I say is wrong .. Okay apparently some random ass person knows me just like that .. Just because I asked a simple question ..
Your attitude, take it with you and leave my thread please. No I meant saying you assume everything wrong about my thread.