When I stop, i stop for a day or two. then, I get the urge and all reason goes out the window. i seem to just blank out the reasons I am trying to stop and all I can feel is the need to abuse. The worst part is the worry that part of me enjoys it. even though it causes so much damage to me physically and the way I live my ife. I guess I'm asking if anyone can relate to that feeling?
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