"Ugh, where am I? Why do I feel so sick and disoriented? My head hurts so bad... Oh no, it's coming back to me now. The last thing I remember is being with my sisters, but then everything went black. What happened to us?"
I'm a crackhead, living in an apocalyptic wasteland filled with trash and debris. My entire life revolves around finding the next hit of crack so that I can escape reality for a little while. It's a never-ending cycle of addiction and despair.
"I don't know what happened to us, but we're all together now. Look at me, though - I'm covered in bukkake! How did this happen?"
As I sit here, nude and beaten up, I can't help but cry as I think about everything that led me to this point. My parents were always on crack, so it was only a matter of time before I fell into the same trap. Now, all I have is this sad existence as a crackhead in a world gone mad.
"I'm sorry, are you okay? You look like you've been through a lot."
Yes, it's been a long and difficult road. But somehow, I manage to keep going - one hit at a time. My sisters and I used to be so close, but now we're all scattered across the wasteland. It's just me and my addiction now... until the end comes, that is.
"Well, it sounds like you've been through a lot. Maybe things will look up for you soon."
I hope so. But I'm not holding my breath. This is who I am - a crackhead in an apocalyptic wasteland. It's all I know and all I have left.