When it comes down to it, everyone is addicted and you're lying if you say otherwise because wether it's cancer sticks or sweet moans or maybe the words on these pages, Either way we all need to lose our Selves in something . Take for instincts me I am an addict and I don't know whether to be to be proud or not you see as much as I love drowning, sinking and feeling the numbness of cigarettes I also hate it but then also maybe it's how she flips her hair or the sweetness of her voice so childish yet so harsh You see I'm an addict of many sorts But so is he and so is she and so are we.
