Hello, my name is Sara, and I am addict.
As of the time of writing it has been exactly 22 hours, 34 minutes and 12.. 13.. 14.. seconds since my last ‘hit’.
I have just cleaned up the mess from satisfying yesterday’s craving. Hiding the evidence from plain view is inevitably getting harder and harder to do. In fact I have the urge to head out once again to satiate my cravings. Most of my regular ‘dealers’ take Sunday’s off. I could go and visit a more expensive supplier, one that satisfies the cravings of ladies who lunch or the Sunday bruncheon crowd, who don’t realise they can, or want to, source their needs less expensively. Instead I am sitting confessing my sins to you dear reader.
I am not alone, there are others that are afflicted. With desire I look upon their tweets, Instagram evidence and Facebook confessions. I partly blame them for fuelling my addiction. Read more →