The music pours into my ears.
Each note races across my synapses like a discharge of pure electricity behind my eyes.
My heart pounds, each fervent beat sending my amphetamine-fueled blood coursing through my veins.
I lasted ten days.
Ten days withstanding its absence.
Ten days of desire.
Ten days of wasted effort trying to direct my thoughts to other matters.
Ten days of ignoring that translucent plastic bottle.
Ten days of unfocused apathy.
Ten days of clouded thought.
Ten days of chaos.
Ten days of futility.
For ten days, I watched myself give up.
And tonight, I took the pill.