Cigarettes, you're my friends, right?

[cathartistic]

I don't know what's going on anymore. One minute I feel like I've really made the right decision and the next minute I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach like I have no idea what's going on. Like I'm alone and scared in this freaking gigantic world, and there's no one there to help me.

Suppose I got what I wanted.

I'm sticking with you. Cause I'm made out of glue. Anything that you might do, I'm gonna do too.

What the fuck is going on. I'm seriously messed up.