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No one gives a shit about my opinion. Not in general, but about smoking and drinking. Mostly this is a rant about smoking. In case you have somehow missed the memo: smoking is disgusting. Smoking of any kind (but I’m mostly talking about cigarettes.) Oh yeah, and it’s bad for you.
I care about my friends, but they don’t seem to care that I care. It makes me fucking sad. Honestly. It’s just not good for you. No one can argue with that. And there is no reason to do it. Yeah, being addicted sucks. That’s why you should never start. In the unfortunate case that you do start smoking and become addicted to them: quit. I know that’s difficult, but at least try. This is not me on my “high and mighty” horse. This me on my “you’re kind of killing yourself and making your lungs gross, I love you and it hurts my heart that you’re doing this” horse.
I just care. Yes, I think that the random smoker on the street has a horrible habit, but I don’t feel the urge to make them stop. If it bothers me, I care about you.
I say no one gives a shit because I’ve been objecting to this kind of behavior for years. No one listens. At least not to me. To other people, sure. To themselves, sure (this one doesn’t bother me, it’s the best option.) To their parents because they were forced. But never to me. Because no one actually gives a shit that it literally pains me. I get that I don’t own anyone, and I wouldn’t want to, I just want people to listen. Take a step back and realize that you’re hurting at least two people. One of them is you (physically) and the other is me (emotionally.)
P.S. Lying and omitting aren’t good options when you don’t want to deal with my concern. Just throwing that out there.
End rant. I feel much better now.
… *Sigh*
OMGGGGGGGGGGG. I think that was my favorite episode ever? Okay, maybe not, I really don’t know yet. I need time to process. What I do know is: THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING. Oh Fitch family. Oh Katie. <3 <3 <3 I’m gonna go squee in the corner. :]
There’s this thing about getting your heart broken, you can never remember how it feels. It’s kind of like breaking a bone. At the time, it hurts like a mother fucker. Later, when you think back on it, you’ll know it hurt, but you’ll never truly feel that pain again unless you re-break it. Heartbreak is both elusive and lingering. What a bitch, right?
I got a Tumblr. *Sigh*
I’ve always been one of those quick-to-trust people. Until they fuck up. Even then, I’m still very trusting. Lately I’ve found this not to be the case. I don’t know if that’s good or bad yet.
In other news, Skins made me super sad pandas last night. Naaaaaaaaaaaaomi. :[
Texas? :[
And last, but certainly not least, I’ll be seeing Alyssa in less than a month. Yay!