Sometimes I’m ashamed of my thoughts. Mostly when I wonder why I’m still with you and I think to myself in with him because he’s all I have. We’ve been together so long and it’s all I’m used to sous tick with it. But when the darkness has passed I realize I love you. I don’t know what I’m saying I’m drunk. And mad because my boyfriend smoked a cigarette when he knows I don’t like that shit and it’s mostly because I care about him and don’t want him replacing cigarettes with his addiction. He needs to steer clear of anything that is addictive because he is a fucking ADDICT. But he’s to stupid to realize any of this shit. Dumbass.