
I honestly never understood what the big deal about smoking was. Why everyone would always be up in arms about it or why it was worth the extra gossips around the halls of the castle. I never quite grasped the concept, either, of pressuring someone to quit. Everyone quits in their own time and being forced to do so will just worsen the addiction, I say. I don’t know.
Honestly, you don’t know what you’re missing out on unless you try.
Disapproving stares.
Disapproving.
Stares.
What do you take me for? Do I look like an idiot to you? I’ve got two eyes and no matter how hard you try to hide it I can see it. The fact remains though. It happened once and whats to stop it from happening again? Obviously not I since it doesn’t phase you the least that I exist.
What happens now? Do I even continue to bother with you when I know all you’re going to do is tear my heart apart.
I don’t even know why I try, anymore.
I’m scared.
I’m never scared.
What the hell.