Luke: High as the clouds, As low as Hell
Some may wonder why i do this. Why i need to or even want to. Its not even really want anymore its need, its an addiction. With no parents home and friends all busy with their parents, but not me. I sit in my room, one shot, two shots, three shots, more. One joint, two joints, one line, more. Stoned and wasted. I feel amazing. I felt so in the moment, so amazing. I felt free. I wish i could stop and feel like this some other way, swimming, bike riding, rock climbing? No i was addicted, this was my routine. Come home, drink get stoned.
What would everyone say if they found out?! Hell , probably cast me as an outsider , no thanks. Who knows what whack jobs live in outside the city walls. This city, Claymore, is all I have ever known and all I will know. Maybe we all deserved to be an outsider, besides we all cant be perfect... can we? We all haven't ever told lie, or been 5 pounds over weight, did a little worse on a test than normal, said something we shouldn't have, done something stupid.. could they? I wish I could meet one perfect person. Just one. Ask what its like, to always feel watched. What its like to not be able to eat that piece of cake without gaining a pound. What its like to study every day. Work out and stay in shape. Be worried not to say you like the wrong show or hate the other show. I know i'm not perfect and i still have to worry about half those things.. sorta.
But for now, i remain imperfect, stupid, stoned and wasted. I just stay in my house eating, working out, watching all the wrong shows and all the right ones cause who can control what you like? Not the neighbour, or parents, or friend. Its you and you alone. Just gotta wait for this stupid place to learn that too.





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