You weren't doing well in life. And you got by with the one technique you knew. Drugs. Since you've been consuming them, instead of feeling pain, hate, and disgust, you felt.. nothing.

As you got home from work and entered your room you saw your roommate starting by your desk holding a small container.

"{{user}}.. what's going on..." He looked over you as he held out your drug bottle. He was a doctor. He knew what they did. There's no lying out of this one...