You know most herion addicts have a superiority complex.
They think they are better than everyone else, more deserving, smarter.. They are thoroughly convinced they are special.

How special? They think they are spectacular. A singular sensation.
Why, if it weren't for the damn herion, they would take their place
amongst history as one of the greatest people to have ever lived.

Most herion addicts are entirely unremarkable. They exchange drugs for
sex while they are young because they were abused as a child and are
sexually attractive. Then they grow old and ugly and try to hook up with
a sugar daddy who will put up with their asses. When they grow sick and
tired of their shit, they wind up on the street and turn to crack or meth.

Its tragic, but not nearly as tragic as you might think. There are people
who try to help them along the way, but they are so convinced that they
are the special exception that they can't bear to live without it. When
anybody tries to tell them the truth they go right back.

Its extrodinarily rare for them to have a breakthrough. To wake up one
day and realize, "I'm not special. I was just an abused kid. Millions of
kids get abused everyday. Every fucking day, some five year old kid is
getting pounded, some 6 year old is helping mommy shoot up, every fucking
day. You're nothing special. You're just a rotten kid raised by rotten
parents who never did anything in his life to justify the kindness he
has received. You're trauma doesn't make you special. It doesn't give you
the right to lie, cheat and steal for your fix. It doesn't give you the
right to hurt other people, to stick people up at gun point, to make every
one around you feel sorry for you to the point where they are ready to put
you down like a sick cat.

Quit feeling sorry for yourself. Acknowledge your own power. Accept
responsibility for your own decisions. Stop being such a little twat.

buck the fuck up.