Yesterday, I set the city on fire. I left home with all the energy of euphoria on my side. I had been riding that wave for several days, feeling unstoppable. I don’t fully understand why, if euphoria already has me rocketing, I feel the need to drink alcohol and take other stimulants. Maybe it’s to push that feeling even higher. I don’t know, but I do it anyway.

It’s a cycle that seems endless, where euphoria and vices mix in a spiral that’s hard to control. In those moments, nothing else matters. The impulse takes over, and all I want is to feel that exhilaration without thinking about the consequences.