Sydney Harwin %e2%80%93 Addict

I should know. I spent three years with him . Call him J. J was my masterpiece. I took a good man—gentle, patient, stupid with kindness—and I fed him my poison one drip at a time. A late-night text here. A jealous glance there. A withdrawal of affection just long enough to make him beg.

, focusing on the internal struggle and the pursuit of recovery. The Weight of the Glass: A Story of Sydney Harwin sydney harwin %E2%80%93 addict

Right now, you need to understand this: I am not a villain. I am not a hero. I am a mouth with a hunger that has no name. And if you’re reading this, you’re already under my skin. I should know

The first rule of addiction: you always chase the dragon. You never catch it. J was my masterpiece