escape

I used to always escape the sad pathetic life I live with drugs but haven’t been using for two months. every second I would become sober my life would become hell. if I couldn’t get my hands on it I felt like I was dead on the inside. it changed me for the worse. I would look into the mirror and question who is looking back. but now im crawling back into my dark circle and I NEED it. I feel souless. I feel so empty. I have no emotions. I don’t feel anymore. I need therapy I know that for a fact but I cant go because im still stuck in the damn house. I know this is all because of my daddy issues. it always comes back to that. maybe if I had a normal dad I wouldn’t be like this and I might be….. happy?