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Okay, after the insufferable language of the first and second parts, I get it. I couldn't stand the constant use of the phrase "the ____ of me" (insert "hard", "soft", "warm" which were all used several times). Everything was so saccharine and vivid; it felt like the writing was in painful high definition with a sensory overload of language, but I think that was the point.

After finishing it, I realize (or hope) this was a stylistic choice to represent the difference in cognitive states the narrator experienced between being high and being sober and lucid. The language and writing are much more digestible, unique, and poignant in the latter half, which other reviewers have noted. I developed a sense of empathy for the narrator as the story progressed, and I actually ended up really enjoying this. Worthy of a nomination for the National Book Award? Not sure.