I'm addicted to addiction. High on the high.

Just when I start reasoning myself into believing that I'd be okay without it, you remind me that it'll never be alright.
I'd never be alright.
And in that sense, alright and okay are as awful as ordinary.
Those reminders in your words are the bright ideas that keep dark rooms alive with possibility.
Even if I fail I must figure out a way to try.
The smallest words are the biggest obstacles.