I wanted the cigarette to last forever, but like everything good, it must come to an end.
I was a young adult who already failed in the real world.
Give up, don’t give up, give up.
A vicious cycle that I could not get my mind out of.
I didn’t want to face my realities, but soon they would make themselves at home in my head.
Sitting on top my Monte Carlo and listening to Gun’N” Roses was not going to get me on my feet.
Mascara stained cheeks wouldn’t help either.
The smell of cheap burgers and gasoline gave me the gumption to roll off and try not to throw up from nerves.
The world was ahead of me, but at 25 it seems so forlorn. A mask of emotional chaos and promise all mixed in my head that only Jack Daniels could make me forget.
