Chapter 145 Alex

• Victoria;
• As time went on, his addictions grew. When he held me captive in the cabin, I could see how the lack of those drugs affected him. It used to be just marijuana and maybe ecstasy, or amphetamines. Now he snorts cocaine, very often. The most I could see or gather was 3 hours. Every 3 hours, he took out a small plastic bag from his jacket, white crystalline powder. It was sad to see the "cute boy I once loved." was a mess, ruining his life.
• God! I hate being so weepy. He doesn't deserve any more of my tears, and here I am lamenting his bad decisions, feeling sorry for him, when he deserves nothing. He's not sorry at all.