Cigarettes • Calum Hood {a.u.}

Prologue

Includes mature language

I grew up realizing that there are tree types of people in the world.

There are the ones who don't have a single cruel bone in there body.
They only see the good in life and refuse to realize the bad. They are the ones that, no matter what time, no matter the situation, no matter the severity they will always be there to help. They will be there to pick you back up and be your shoulder to lean on. These kinds of people are raised higher on the morality scale. These kinds of people are covered with innocence and goodness.

I am no where near being this type of person.
I'm not willing to help just anyone with any little thing that they could do on there own. I can't just ignore the cruelness of the world. I can't ignore the bad. It's like an outcast of storm clouds that engulfs the good in a horrible down pour. I can't ignore the ruthless things people did to me in the past. I can't care for any random living thing. Life might include bonding with others and showing togetherness, but I really don't give a fuck if your the best thing that has ever happened to me. No matter what you'll still hurt me in one way or another. And I'd really like to prevent the whole heartache bull.

Then there are the people that are the complete opposite.
They don't give a shit who you are, you mean nothing to them. They don't give a fuck what you ever did for them, they will never appreciate a single thing. They see everyone as a judgmental fucker in the crowd. There hearts are incapable of feeling. They only feel hatred and disgust. They never felt the feeling of love. They never felt the warmth of caring. Coldness was all that existed in there life. Coldness formed from pain, from memories of the past, from lack of love.They symbolize the bottom of the scale. They show the ruthless, cold hearts that they possess. Hatred and harshness clouds there hearts making them unresponsive to all possibilities of goodness, love.

I don't fit into this either.
I somewhat give a shit about people. It might not be a lot but I do care. I can't just see the storm clouds either. I see a dim ray sunlight through the down poor. I may not have the warmest heart, but I sure as hell don't have a stone cold emotionless one. I see disgust in all most everything, but I'm not going to mark you off and be completely judgmental. I have hatred formed from my past, but I don't completely let it engulf me. My heart can respond to love and my heart can also have this feeling of hatred.

I am the third type of people.
The type of person that doesn't just symbolize the good, they also symbolize the bad too.They might show one side more than the other, but both parts still thrive in that person. These people aren't completely ruthless and cruel. They aren't completely good and loving. They are a mixture of both. The are the inbetweeners, the balance of that infamous morality scale that we all struggle to please.These people, they care about you one minute and then in the next they could throw you to curb like trash. Sometimes you get the friendly sweet person and sometime you end up with a complete bitch. It's a double edged sword. One day you could be in love with someone and then the next you want nothing to do with them. That is just how the inbetweeners work. That's our life. That how I live everyday. One minute I could tell you that you mean the world to me, the next I could be screaming that I hate everything you ever brought into my life. I may sound like somewhat of a bitch but I could care less to be honest. That's just how I am. Your either on my good side or you mean no more than the ground you stand on.

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Sooooo this is cigarettes!!! I'm super excited to write this story.

It's something different. It include mature themes and topics. Ooo and language :)

ill probably update on sundays and wednesdays but if I dont I'm sorry!!!

love ya,

Adalia ♥