I'm in the position now, where I don't want to believe all of your bullshit.. but I feel like if I don't I'll be a slum. Slum's are not something you want to be in, because it keeps you from telling secrets to your best friend and it keeps you from kissing your boyfriend on the lips.

Writing in cursive is really hard, because I keep smelling my fingers that smell like camel wides. I don't like the smell of cigarettes. It makes me sick, why do I keep smoking? Why do WE keep smoking? Nobody understands how hard it is to quit.

What if you had to quit what you loved the most? Like drawing, or sewing, or painting or sucking your thumb. There's nowhere to turn to after wards. There's nobody to turn to, now. Everyone hates me, but I hate you.