The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I finally did to myself; my life has ended; I’ve overdosed. No, not on coke, crack, or even ecstasy. I overdosed on love, or at least what I thought was love, but it was nothing more than a desire or feeling. The feeling of being in love, and the desire to be loved, that’s what killed me!
I overdosed, thinking I had enough self-control to realize when I had enough of this lousy drug that had me under its control.

But then, I did not care how bad things got; I just wanted enough so that I wouldn’t feel empty inside.

After the high was out of my system, I felt more alone than when I started, and even then, I still did not feel strong enough to get up and kick the habit; instead of love ruined my life, and I overdosed.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴