SpongeBob let out a dreamy sigh as the needle punctured his vein, releasing the delicious heroin that he so needed and so craved. He focused all of his attention on that moment; to him, there was nothing else, or nothing greater, than this. SpongeBob has found that his only source of joy now comes from the needle.
To him, heroin is an allure that cannot be shaken. Then again, even if he could muster up the strength to throw this addiction, he simply wouldn't want to. Without heroin, what is there? SpongeBob's life certainly isn't what it used to be, that's for damn sure. The only solace he will ever find is inside of his intoxicated mind.
All SpongeBob wants to do is forget. Forget what he's done. Forget every good memory he's ever cherished. They hold nothing but biting pain for him now.
The only thing worse than his memories is his loneliness. Everyone he once cherished has left him. He is now completely abandoned in this life. SpongeBob has grown to be a recluse; In fact, he hasn't stepped outside in about four weeks. Most of the time he doesn't eat, and when he does it's usually Gary's snailfood.
The pain that SpongeBob feels inside cannot be shaken. He wonders if he will ever find salvation from this punishment. SpongeBob can feel his sanity unravel every minute he's awake. On that front, the heroin helps, but sometimes the memories won't cease to enter his weakened mine. SpongeBob has no strength left to fight.
All he can do now is remember, and that's what's killing him.