It’s been about twelve hours now. There’s been a headache perpetuating my conscious. Chills sweating all throughout my body. And a very lonely feeling of disillusionment. I sat there, in the white room, trying to forget what was happening. Twelve hours seems like nothing when you think about the five years it’s been since. Five
An understanding of how the brain develops habits and what needs to be done in order to make a change.
I enter an apartment on the outskirts of both the Tenderloin and Downtown San Francisco. It’s not the nicest, but for the right college student, it’s a luxury. Squeezed between a hostel and rent-a-car service, the place is tight enough to the point where your body slides along each of the walls. At the end
