Sad Resolutions of a Club Rat

It’s like your life is one massive party. The music is loud, everyone is dancing, spinning, moving, moving. The drugs flow like honey until your senses are permanently intoxicated. You’re laughing and you’re dancing nothing bad will happen unless you stop. There is no pain, no guilt, no reality until the music goes away and until then it’s a rush of pleasure.
Until one day you are alone. You wake to find yourself alone, alone, alone, and sober for the first time in weeks. Your head is throbbing and you know it cannot be number again without the drugs. You are alone, cold, and useless. For all your laughter there is nothing. How can you look at yourself in the mirror? You shakily climb to your feet; your hands are braced against the cool porcelain of the vanity. Slowly, you lift your head and meet your gaze. Red rimmed eyes, and for once you can see the green of your eyes. Pretty girl, everyone used to love your eyes. Your pupils are no longer dilated. Where is your chemical