Go outside for a smoke
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| - | It's been at least 15 minutes and now the silence is unbearable. You need a smoke, like seriously. You rummage through your mom's drawer. She says she's quitting but you ''highly'' doubt that. I mean even you can't help it... at times. Honestly it's Jeremey fucking fault; | + | It's been at least 15 minutes and now the silence is unbearable. You need a smoke, like seriously. You rummage through your mom's drawer. She says she's quitting but you ''highly'' doubt that. I mean even you can't help it... at times. Honestly it's Jeremey fucking fault; he's got you hooked on that shit since like 8th grade. Little did you know how useful it'd be as a shitty coping mechanism. When you started giving a fuck about your dad not being here- it was like a pack a day? It also doesn't help how accessible it was at home; so you'd never needed to get a fake id or anything. I mean- you're not a fucking addict; it's the equivalent of people having a smoke after sex...this time it's more stress... You're honestly kinda shocked how after 10+ years your mom still puts here smokes in the same place. You would've wised up- and on that note it's time to head outside... |
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| + | *[[Go into the forest]] | ||
[[Category: A Fall Stranger]] | [[Category: A Fall Stranger]] | ||
Revision as of 04:45, 17 April 2018
It's been at least 15 minutes and now the silence is unbearable. You need a smoke, like seriously. You rummage through your mom's drawer. She says she's quitting but you highly doubt that. I mean even you can't help it... at times. Honestly it's Jeremey fucking fault; he's got you hooked on that shit since like 8th grade. Little did you know how useful it'd be as a shitty coping mechanism. When you started giving a fuck about your dad not being here- it was like a pack a day? It also doesn't help how accessible it was at home; so you'd never needed to get a fake id or anything. I mean- you're not a fucking addict; it's the equivalent of people having a smoke after sex...this time it's more stress... You're honestly kinda shocked how after 10+ years your mom still puts here smokes in the same place. You would've wised up- and on that note it's time to head outside...
