I'm addicted to Oxycodone and I've been denying it for a long, long time. I steal it from the people who actually need it (for instance my mom is one; she has horrible pain but I STILL take her pills). I love oxycodone but I hate that I'm pathetic enough to think I need it. It's the only thing that stopped me from cutting, so I tell myself "It's okay that I'm taking this...at least it's better than cutting!"
Even as I'm typing I want Oxy...I don't want to feel depressed and angry. I want to f****** fly. I hate that it's my only escape. I hate that I'm too weak to tell anyone I'm addicted. No, I don't want help. I want to keep taking drugs to make myself happier. Even though it could kill me I take it. In fact that just makes me want to take more and more. At least if I OD and die, mom won't run out of pills as fast.