I’m ready for summer again.

I just want to be freeeeeee.

It all starts with cigarettes...

In theory that title gives me a lot to work with.
BUT, I’m feeling rather brain dead.

For the love of all that is holy and pure in the world, please stop being so absurdly dumb.

You have every right to be dumb, it’s just the "absurdly" part that’s getting me.

(A special thanks to Gayson Suckfano for the very true title.)

It all starts with the cigarettes...
That's when everything starts changing, and normally not for the better.

Hush, now.

I still love you allllll.

Get in, get out, or get ran over.

Things have changed.

My focus is redirected and cleared.

I’ve let too many things stand in my way for too long.

I let too many things get me out.

I’m in.

I’m gone with or without you.

Preferably with.

I will not be ran over.

I will, however, continue to be the cheesiest person you know.