I mean, I know where you're coming from. Not from personal experience, but I can appreciate the beauty of it. There you are with this seemingly innocuous strip of plastic which could at any moment you so desire let all of your troubles just wash away, and have a rush of pleasure and warmth spread throughout your body until you are temporarily one of the happiest people of the planet. Yeah, you may have gotten your GED at 26 because all your previous essays were personal meth-fueled reconciliations with your long dead friends. But not now. Now you are a king in velvet robes basking in the loveliness of everything around you-- the way the sun reflects off the Canadian snow to make a pearly white, the soundtrack of birds chirping away to celebrate your happiness. Everything is exactly how it should have been, but by some sick twist of fate, it cannot. Or by unlocking the world in it's rainbow palette, you have also learned to lament the transience of it all.
Find solace in your fentanyl, IWD.