You know that you're addicted to the Barrow-Downs when you are plumb exhausted writing this because of an illness, that you swear is making you hallucinate; which means that you can't quite see well enough to write this.
You also know that you are addicted when you had a better celebrated Deathday, than an actual birthday. I can honestly say that my sixteenth birthday was the worst I've ever had because I didn't have the Barrow-Downs and wasn't wished happy birthday by a certain Downer.
Yup. I'm
that pitiful.
