The Addiction Continues. . .

I am only a man, a man with good intentions, a man who wishes to better himself, a man who knows failure but refuses to quit. (Errr. . . Quitting is the point, so a man who can quit, for good reason, but for other reasons doesn't. Quitting, right.) The addiction is in full force now, consuming my entire body of thought. I have chosen out of free will to put down this beast and drink no more. Coffee that is, (if you thought booze was being involved here, that'd be crazy. A 22 year old college student living in Nebraska of all places, booze is not an addiction or necessity, but a way of life. Back to the point,) Coffee is done, but the grip of the drug holds tight. There is no way around these never ending urges to take the grounds and use it as the childhood "Fun Dip." The demon within cries out to brew a concentrated batch and shoot up to get the instant high. The pain is incessant and dulling, I have shrunk to a feeble skeleton of a man. My hair has fallen out and my mind strains to keep on the simplest of tasks. The drug has taken hold, and the ride out is through a fiery hell to freedom.