Dear Diary....
Something is going very wrong with me. I am lost. I don't know what's happening to me. Its like I am trapped in my own mind. Nothing makes me happy anymore. Alyssa and I are fighting constantly with each other.
One of my friends showed me how to smoke a few days back. I completely loathed the smell of the smoke before but now its comforting. The smoke, the high and peaceful feeling that I get when I smoke...its the only comfort that I feel these days. Alyssa is always grumbling about how excessively I am smoking these days. That's none of her business.
I will do whatever I want. Why should I care about anyone but myself?
Screw everyone. I will smoke if I want to. I will drink if I want to. As if anybody really cares. The one who used to is enjoying her life with her
