lonelyyyyyyyD:

It's summer 2009, you're not happy but you're clueless of the upcoming struggles of adulthood coming. You move everywhere never in one spot. Touring, for your band, for a millionth time. On your lowest nights, you wonder why your career isn't working. Wondering, why is it so unfair? Why have I worked all these years, but still don't get any recognition?Wanting to give up, those nights sort of fly away with few hits. After all, it seems to be the only hint of bliss you get when you smoke. Finally, you try not to think about it and try to make it each day.