My name is John and I am an addict
It started in my youth, the cravings that started to invade my thoughts made me reclusive and I would retire to my bedroom. I could not get enough back then and I have tried and failed many times to cure this.
The need intensified and I was regularly found loitering around book and stationery outlets with a wallet full of loyalty cards. The addiction always grows. What was just word fix accelerated into phrases, sentences, poems, paragraphs and chapters.
I did a few lines last night (personal use only)
Yes my name is John and I am a wordaholic