You have your cigarettes.
I have my music.
And her?
Well she has only her words to keep her company.
And him?
His drinking problem is slightly out of hand.
We all have our demons.
And we all fight in the comfort of silence.
We all struggle with some sort of addiction.
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A Year Of Whatever This Is
RandomSo as some of you know, I fail at literally everything I try to do. Whether it be relationships, or writing, or more often than not, just life in general. This is my attempt to get better. My attempt to not struggle so much. I literally googled so...
