Honestly, who hasn't done anything they would regret later? I've done only little compared to other teenagers. Somehow I still felt like I was never going to forget, like I was never forgiven, like I was never the same.
It started during that one summer. That special summer after Elementary was FINALLY over! I was growing up. That night, I thought it would be cool of me to copy those who put cigarettes to their lips and breathed out the poisonous air. Was I cool? No. Did I feel cool? Yes. Nothing could stop me after that.
Later that night, the bottles starting coming out. I mean, I made it through my first years in school! I'm ready for everything else now! One by one, bottle after bottle, can after can, we finished the drinks. One by one cigarettes were smoked. One after another, I was losing myself. Things didn't exactly get better.