Lighting it up.
I hate it to be the enlighten of the age of stupidness, suffering day after another.
Just tired of running in the way that goes to no where, it has been promissed that goes to nowhere, why keep running then? for no reason, really!
It's like I'm a result of a suicide in another world, being thrown away to
If all these eneded, I'll promise to not wish to end my life every moment.
Killing it now, the cigarette.