sometimes i wonder if kacie would be happier if she didn't smoke, or if that is the very thing that holds her together
(judging by the way she is now, i suppose i'll never really know)
poor kacie- all anybody ever wants to do is save her, but it seems there's no way to. on a completely different note: oh gosh, this has gotten bad. i've started writing fanfiction, somebody please stop me now. i just can't even. i'm so ashamed.