Trainwreck I
Description
Drugs are bad.
Even when prescribed. But so is depression.
So we listen to our shrink and we medicate, and feel bad. If bad is to drugs as drugs are to bad, then...why do we take drugs? What vicious circle do we let ourself into for the sake of our "sanity"? What sanity, really?
A/N: I thought I wanted this to be a one-shot. Then I thought it could be interesting to play out the theme through various scenarios...any thoughts would help me decide if I should write more chapters or keep it short and simple with what's already here.
If you're interested to see what happened when I decided to view the story through a different character's eyes, go here, for Trainwreck II :)
Foreword
Chris is a trainwreck. She can't keep track of time. She can't keep track of me. She is me. She cannot keep track of her grammar. Timelines are confused so why should grammar be linear? I can't tell the difference between now and then. Who is Chris? Why am I even here? What was I doing before this? Why have I started talking about her -- me -- in third person?
Chris doesn't know anymore. I give up. She gives up. Coffee is love but the world doesn't have enough caffeine for me. And if I consume too much it will deplete the serotonin it normally boosts. Coffee crash. Train crash. Beautiful accidents. Beautifully medicated and unable to separate reality from fiction. This is a mess. A royal trainwreck indeed.
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