Such evil it is now. Yet something that I can't live without. I try to separate myself from its doings. Such malice it intends. But I cannot help myself. I relapse and start the viscious cycle anew. I have hunger. And I must satiate my thirst. But I am disgusted with myself. Disgusted of this terrible habit. This habit that I was introduced to at birth. This habit that I cannot rid myself till death. The habit that everyone has. That no one can overcome. Our ugly, human, habit. 'Til death do us part.