"Fall for You"by Secondhand Serenade
I work hard, don’t I? No, not at all. I could be doing so much better; I could have done so much better.
Who am I to lay on my side and cry about life when things are well? Am I sad, depressed? Maybe. Stressed, too. Do I want to cut and smoke? Yes, actually.
Cutting was such an escape. It felt good and everytime I tried to make it last and got that headrush, I would pass out. Those, I think, were also good times.
Smoking is my drink that I always thirst for the mellow, for the satisfaction.
I am in pain, but of so many areas, that I cannot express myself still.
10 word story (via 5weetsorrow)