IT’S A SECRET

I have a secret! I’m not proud! It’s my cross to bare! I never thought it could happen to me but it has. My family doesn’t know. I’ve become very good at hiding my faults. I’m an addict! How bad could it really be? Everyone is doing it. There is no street value for my drug of choice, even if there was I could never see myself sinking that low. After all, it’s readily available. It started small, one here, one there. Never on a daily basis. I can stop any time. At least that’s what I tell myself. We all need a little escape once and a while. Right? Right! There is no 12-step program for my addiction. Even if there were I wouldn’t go. I’ve thought about asking for help but that would mean admitting I have a problem. I don’t! I can stop anytime. I think of my drug everyday. I wake with it on my mind and go to sleep dreaming of my next fix. I’ve become an expert at hiding my stash. Even the drug-sniffing dogs would be fooled. No one can tell when I take a hit. It’s become such a daily need I don’t even remember what I was like before it took hold of my life. I guess it’s a small price to pay for relief. It comes in all shapes and sizes, I’m not picky, I like them all. What ever I can get my hands on I’ll take. If it’s small I’ll take two or three. The larger ones are better, they tide me over longer but even they can’t always satiate my desire for long. More, more, more!!! It’s a disease, a sickness too embarrassing to discuss with anyone. My only hope is that no one else has to suffer like I do. It’s not fun anymore but it’s become such an integral part of my life I don’t see any other way. I pray every day I’m not found out. The pain in my family’s eyes would be too much to take. I’m sorry! I’ve tried to stop but I’m too weak….
FUCKING REESE’S PEANUT BUTTER CUPS!!!!!