I wanted to say something, but had nothing interesting to say, or relevant.
These people, what the outside world would say are corrupted and broken by the drink and cigarettes, but are still held together with the drink; the reason why they drink. Even when they know themselves of what they are doing but do it anyway, why?
It is a secret that is kept from me because of who I am, so in turn I can’t be who I am.
I’m too new, but I have learned three things:
Cigarettes smell good, beer is easy to chug, and I am easily swayed.
I felt just like a child, in every mental since of the word.