ADRENALINE RUSH IS LIKE MY ALCOHOL. I can't do it anymore now. I can't live the life that I lived. I must forget my past; I must forget what I've done. Or I will succumb to them. But my past is coming back to me. It's suffocating me. And I can't escape it anymore. For me Death is a mere comfort which cannot be reached. (A story coming from a random daughter of serial killers.) #highestrank:22 in horror