oh. number one hundred and sixteen.

i started drinking my freshman year in college because i couldn't bear the thought of coming out bisexual to my parents. then i picked up smoking because i was guilty over the minor consuming alcohol citation that drinking got me. my last relationship ended over a year ago, i'm ridiculously lonely and the two people i worked up the courage to ask out turned me down, so naturally i continue using both because i'm under the impression that there's no harm in destroying a body that nobody else wants. now that i met someone who helped me realize a lot of things about myself, i've been lifted to a point where life is good again and i'm ready to cut back on booze and cigarettes. my one regret is not seeing that life is good, sooner.