Falling InMature

Park the car. Ring the doorbell. Here goes nothing.

"Cree, give me a cigarrette. Teach me how to smoke, whatever. I need a break. I'm tierd of being an 'angel'. Help me." Yeah. I cracked. I gave in.

"Welcome to the dark side sweetheart." she told to me. She lit one up, and handed it to me. "Just put it in your mouth, and suck on it like a straw. It will come more naturally later on."

So that was it. It took two tries, and I was hooked. I got addicted, and then I fell head first into Hell. I went and 'screwed my life up' according to my mom. It's not her Gawd damn decision.

My life is like a rollercoaster, crazy, and out of control. Why didn't I do this sooner? I love being out of control. It's like an adrenaline rush that will never end. Life couln't have been better.

Tonight, Cree is taking me out to a club. Fake I.D.'s were problably the best thing ever invented, considering I'm only 16 (although I look 20). Hopefully we'll get wasted and meet a few guys- another thing that Cree has to school me in. Gawd. This should've been on my bucket list of things I should have done at 14. Ugh, Wasted time...


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