this might be one of the most inaccurate posts i have ever seen because drugs do indeed break your heart. they broke my father’s. and my mother’s. in fact, they broke my whole families hearts. and they broke mine. i mean, having to watch my father be forced to choose between drugs or his family, broke my heart. watching them take over his mind and control every move he makes, breaks my heart. watching them tell him that he can’t live without them, breaks my heart. watching them make his life 100000000x harder than it already was, breaks my heart. watching them make him believe that getting high is the only important thing in life, breaks my heart. watching him go from an outstanding, stable person, with a good job, nice car, and a home, to a reckless human being with nothing, in a blink of an eye, breaks my heart. watching them make him entirely oblivious to how much they really have ruined his whole life, breaks my heart. having to watch drugs completely consume my father in one giant nightmare that is quite difficult to break out of, broke my goddamn heart.