All I know is that I have the hiccups and I want to smoke. Hopefully I can hide the smell with the sound of my intoxication.
Here's a funny picture to make it seem like I'm blogging about something other than my sad life.
|A picture of me during the eighth grade Goth Years. I'm the one on the left in the stockings.|
Yes, I have felt this way since before the eighth grade. How did I make it to age 21? I ask myself that question every day.