I've decided to stay addicted

Its raining. Thousands and thousands of raindrops lash out at the window next to me. It is a bit comforting --- the silence of it all.

Silent and alone I stare at the computer, thinking of what I should type next. My thesis is due two weeks from now, and I'm only midway through finishing it. I have been scolding myself for delaying things that are...well...inevitable. But I am powerless.

I am powerless. I have been weakened by an addiction so strong, the only way to resist it, is to give in to it. I have been enslaved; dragged and hog tied until I could not fight anymore, or scream anymore, or think anymore. I have long accepted the fact that I'm stuck in this. Life goes on, doesn't it?

Life goes on. Whether I like it or not, it shall go on. It would not wait for me. Nor would it be easy on me. I just have to go with the flow and take the beating.

Beaten and literally lifeless, this addiction has taken me farther than I wished to go. It has masterfully entwined me in its arms, with no plans of ever letting go. I would not say I am a victim here, for I have taken each step with the complete knowledge that where this addiction is leading me, is exactly where I want to go. I have taken each decision as the defining piece of an intriguing puzzle.

Puzzled and lost. May be I shall find you somewhere along these lines. And when I do, allow me to lead you. Hold my hand and I shall take you to that place...that very same place where I decided to leave my sanity behind. However, if I happen to miss you, and you've decided to be as insane as I am... I've only got one word for you: motogpforum.