2:00 A.M.

I don’t see a car as a toy or a tool; I see it as a weapon — made with the intent to deceive and subsequently kill.

I am suffocating in the sounds of those finding strength in their suffering. We are taught that it is not heroic to suffer and survive — it is heroic to succeed despite the torment.

I suck too hard on my cigarette and sputter as I try to drown my silence. I quit 200 days ago.

I am not suffering because I smoke — I am suffering because cigarettes were the first things that taught me how to properly breathe.

The healthiest way to welcome life uses the same method as the welcome of death. It is not life that is too short, it is death… because my cigarettes never last long enough.


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