strangers-project
strangers-project:


I don’t think this might be a story, but more of an idea. We all go through our own difficulties in life, some worse than others. I guess my worst is my parents divorcing when I was 15 years old. It’s made me lost. I still feel as if I haven’t found myself. I kind’ve gone off the rails by smoking. I remember storming out of the house hyperventilating and crying. That night I was offered my first cigarette. Smoking was easy because everything around me was hard. What was hard? Walking in on my father crying - the first time I have ever seen my rock crumble. Walking into this house everyday where tension is a presence. A presence that lingers that you can’t push outside the door. I’m healthier now. No cigarette for a few days now. I want to be the healthiest I can be by age 20. I want to be an English major and teach. I want to impact lives like I’ve never been impacted. My thoughts are so random, and so scattered. I’m not one to talk much either. I don’t express my anger to others. I let others push me until I have to get up again. And when I get up, I explode with rage. I scare myself and it makes me scared that I will light up another cigarette. A cigarette to me is like a psychologist - helps you with your problems, when you can solve them for yourself. Then again, I’ve quit smoking, but started going to a psychologist. I walked by a lit cigarette today, and it smelled so good. Live.

strangers-project:

I don’t think this might be a story, but more of an idea. We all go through our own difficulties in life, some worse than others. I guess my worst is my parents divorcing when I was 15 years old. It’s made me lost. I still feel as if I haven’t found myself. I kind’ve gone off the rails by smoking. I remember storming out of the house hyperventilating and crying. That night I was offered my first cigarette. Smoking was easy because everything around me was hard. What was hard? Walking in on my father crying - the first time I have ever seen my rock crumble. Walking into this house everyday where tension is a presence. A presence that lingers that you can’t push outside the door. I’m healthier now. No cigarette for a few days now. I want to be the healthiest I can be by age 20. I want to be an English major and teach. I want to impact lives like I’ve never been impacted. My thoughts are so random, and so scattered. I’m not one to talk much either. I don’t express my anger to others. I let others push me until I have to get up again. And when I get up, I explode with rage. I scare myself and it makes me scared that I will light up another cigarette. A cigarette to me is like a psychologist - helps you with your problems, when you can solve them for yourself. Then again, I’ve quit smoking, but started going to a psychologist. I walked by a lit cigarette today, and it smelled so good. Live.