You feel the alcohol in your system, sending your head spinning in circles. You shouldn't be driving. Then again, you shouldn't have made out with Pudge one moment and then talked to Jake the other. You shouldn't have been spending all your years at high school smoking, smoking to die, getting drunk of your arse, sneaking into the other dorms and playing pranks and all the little other things like the porn and fucking around and You shouldn't have thrown that tantrum on the day to the zoo and you shouldn't have let your mom die and youmostdefinitelyshouldn'thaveforgottenthedayshedied, no, especially because it was your fault she's six feet under, over her head, rotting in the cheap casket that's rotting away too.
You're away, Miles away from somewhere called home, somewhere where a family was waiting. Except hers was shattered, one in heaven and the other hundreds of Miles away, so distant from you unlike the boy you just kissed who you can still taste in your mout