Character: Christiane Christiane

Now can you imagine how things are going. I may start life as discarded as useless a part of someone else, but since then live their separate lives. I grew up in has changed. I became myself, and nobody else will never be able to be me. Nobody else knows what I know. Nobody else felt what I felt, experienced what I experienced.
This is what I call to be real. If you can adapt to the surrounding world, to grow, to evolve, to become someone other than who you were, then you really are. So, you have a soul. Because fiction anything is not able

Breaking needle never dared to resist, at these zeros, they turned... And I had often quenched his thirst for power, breaking off their names. When they got it started they could break just about the knee. It was only necessary to methodically beat em where it hurts, to irritate their wounds, and nerves have not sustained!

He shot up, I was... We were very happy together, and chatted about how great we would be without heroin.

At bedtime I swallowed a couple of pills. Normal living being would be enough to permanently dying - I only took a NAP for a couple hours.

These thoughts began quite innocently. I thought to myself: this is real shit. First, you are throwing your only friend, then best friend. There is no friendship among the narcos! You're completely alone! You'll always be one! Everything else is imagination. And all this terror for one dose! Every day a terror.

Something else must be clean now besides me?
- I do not know!