It's like waiting in line. In line, to be killed. With every breath you take, every sip you swallow, you take one more step toward the end. The beginning of the line. You know it's this way. You don't care. You still fill you body with drugs, alcohol , and smoke, you damage your lungs, but your "happy" this way. The truth is that you know you die inside. Others just sit around and watch. You think it's cool. It earns attention. You just think it's the right kind of attention. Cool is not everything. It's last on the list after family, god, church and friends. The ones who love you, not the things you have the nerves to do. Smoking. Drinking, "living it up" cause "you only live once" these things damage you. Your personality. Your image. You loose it all. Life. Friends. Feelings.