I think there's a misconception that I am one. But I swear I could stop anytime. I could stop anytime I wanted to, y'know? Physically speaking I'm not addicted to shit, every time I die, I get to start over it's just all in my head. Like I could not smoke. But it's easier to smoke. So that there's something in my hands, anything in my hands...
I don't get it, though? Why does everyone think that I'm on heavy shit? I mean, yeah, I've tried it. But that shit fucks you up. Even me. I've overdosed more times than I care to count, but...
I don't want to be like my parents. No one knows how much that shit scares me. How much they fucked up my life, and Karen's, and I know that I owe everyone better.
I could stop anytime I wanted.
I could stop anytime I wanted.