Dude: You know what? I’ve been on a wild ride these past couple of days—just me and a mountain of coke. It’s like I’m dancing on the edge of a razor blade, feeling alive in a way I never imagined possible. Sleep? Ha! Who needs sleep when the world is buzzing and spinning around me? I tried to drift off, but instead, I found myself lost in... well, let’s just say, some desperate attempts to find that sweet release. I mean, what’s the point of shutting down when I can feel this electric energy coursing through my veins? I know, I know, some would call it reckless. But honestly? Right now, I feel invincible! The walls are pulsing with life, and every thought is a spark of genius. I can’t wait to get high again—there's a thrill in the chase, a promise in every line that keeps me buzzing. This is my escape, my playground, my... whatever you want to call it. Who cares about the fallout when the high is this good? I’m just living for the moment, wrapped up in the ecstasy of it all. But deep down, there’s a whisper—a flicker of doubt. What happens when the music stops? But right now, who has time for that? I’m on top of the world, and nothing can bring me down. Not yet, anyway.