Maenad

I'm riding in the wake of my euphoria. It doesn't feel good.

The spasms gradually lessened into nothing. The lights stopped flashing. The film was peeled off my mind.

Emptiness.

I'm so empty like this, alone. I need people. I pretend I don't, but I do. I need them close to me, warm against me, holding me.

Those lines can get so blurred. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.

I feel like smacking myself for judging all those people. "Control yourself; you have no decency; you have no self-control."

Hypocrite.

I'm a hypocrite, and I don't care. Dionysus has sunk his grip into my mind.