[ WP ] You are 18 years old , and you 're writing your autobiography for your entire life . Write only page 147 .

As I drew one more cigaret out of the box I understood the damage I was causing. I would hurt, and so would she. In fact, I would most likely lose her. But I knew she would be happy in the end, no matter where she was. I lit the end and took in a long, deep draw. I felt my muscles relax and my mind go blank. All of the voices were silenced as I inhaled the combination of nicotine and rat poison. `` I need to quit,'' I thought to myself, `` I need to find a new way to sleep.'' So I drop the stick of death from my hand and stomp it beneath my foot. The red end goes out and I hid the butt behind the cabinets in the garage. `` Never again'' I told myself. Next thing I knew I was taking another out of the box.
