I only smoke when I drink. Just like I only live when I think. Just like I only love when I get on the brink of losing my mind. So I guess that's not love then. I know I've loved before, but I'm not sure if I knew then. I know I love who I am and what I'm working to. But I don't know if I'll ever love you. I guess the beautiful thing is that I could. I don't know if I want to though. Because everyone I've ever opened to either accepted me. Or ran away. And the one thing I know for sure is I don't want you to run away. And lately I've been really feeling like a good smoke could clear my head. But I only smoke when I drink. And when I drink I don't think. And when I don't think I don't live. And to be honest that's all I really want to do right now.