Drugs.  
Yes.

Drugs.

It feels good to use them. Makes me happy.

There are different ways to feel happiness. I could lose myself in fantasies. Fantasies where I’m actually a happy person.

What if being trapped in this white room is just a dream, and in reality, I’m living happily at home with my family? Playing outside with friends is fun. But when I dream, I end up trapped in this strange white room. It must be something like that.

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I was playing. I was playing with my best friend. Happily. Just deciding what to play was …