All The Numerous Ways I’ve Failed At Curing My Depression By Shado Evans , I had no idea what was happening to me. I had no map in dealing with whatever was plaguing my mentality. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I was going south. I figured whatever it was would go away soon enough, so I did nothing. It didn’t go away. I spent the bulk of my days lying in bed until my mattress became indented in the center. I soundtracked this indolence with playlist chalked full of Kid Cudi and Elliot Smith dirges. I smoked bunk weed and binge-watched TV series’ multiple times over instead of honoring social engagements. I stuffed myself with high fructose corn syrup and other ingredients with scientific names and questionable nutritional value. I hid out in figurative closets, dimly lit dive bars and under unwashed duvet covers. I masturbated like I was sponsored. I felt myself getting irritated and rustled easily. I felt like my friends were a cause of my mindset ...
Alas -the drug abuse epidemic is here Driven by selfishness and greedy Sustained by demons of addiction Flourishing in apathy Destroying stealthily but steadily Eroding physical and mental health Breeding disease, vices and crimes HIV/AIDs, prostitution and armed robbery Awake great citizen of the continent Drug abuse is an autocrat that is still the author of confusion Brake the laws and rules and hinders peace Makes the weather so smoky and stuffy The hidden place is now a dungeon of kleptos The body cells regrets been in the cell of smokes Pesistent and consistent is burning the systems Heart cancer, kidney stone, lung dying and no hope for living Alas -the drug abuse epidemic is here Crippling today, tomorrow's leaders Sucking curious and ignorant adolescents Into its tempting vortex of toxic doom Changing our darling angels at home Our cherished school of learning In...