I pride myself in being called strong. Or I used to. Now that's been taken away from me. All because I forgot how important it was to say no.
It's not like I was pressured into doing bad things. I wanted to do them, why you might ask? I have no clue. One thing I do know is it's costed me my reputation and a few friends.
Saying yes to something that you want to do doesn't seem like a big deal at the time. That's why I was caught off guard when everyone was mad at me. I never thought smoking would cause so much drama. It's also cost me my greatest feature: my strength.
The worst part is I say this to you all, 16 years old, and craving more than anything (even freedom) a cigarette.
Don't do it, it's addicting as hell.
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A Series of Rants
Non-FictionEvery now and then I rant about inspiration an beauty, trying to make myself grasp it better. Most of the time a series of words can help me. If I ever feel down, or lost I look for words. Words in any form: music, books, poetry, etc. They all comfo...
