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I am dying to have a cig but I don't know when everyone else is coming home. Heaven forbid if I have a smoke and someone sees me.
I mean hell what am I, two.
I can't even smoke in my own car without my mother giving me this look that says "I can't believe you would stoop so low as to have a cig, how could you?"
And it is not like I smoke in front of her. Oh hell, and that better freeze over first. I can't even go outside to have a smoke because then everyone is outside trying to see what I am doing. Why the hell are they doing that?
It is not just with cigs. If I am on the computer, everyone wants to know what I am doing. As if it is any of their business anyway.
Seriously, how crazy is that. Sh*t and I thought I was an adult.
Well at least the last time I checked.
Um, yup driver's license still says I am an adult. Wow imagine that!!!
If that is so, why do I feel like I have to hide all the time? And why does everyone at my house feel the need to track my every move.
Hell, I can't even leave the house to have a smoke without an excuse.
And dear god I better not come back smelling like smoke.
So if you can just imagine the lengths I go to, to not smell like smoke.
I am telling you it is not easy.
Life is so crazy and then you die(lucky bas*t*rds)
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Posted by lonelygirl2 on 2008-04-16 17:47:10 | Rating: n/a | Views: 55
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