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; taking his dad's pack and handing them out. Little did you know you'd use this as a shitty coping mechanism. It also did help how accessible they are 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. But it was
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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; 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 to the river]]
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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...

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