The young man held the fresh pack in his hands. It had been almost a month since he’d held one.
“Shit’s tough out there. Sometimes you just need something to make you feel alive, even though you know how bad it is for you.”
He reached in to the box and pulled out a long white stick, and held it in his hands.
“God help me, but it’s time to go back to the old me.”
He then inserted the qtip into his ear and dug around.
“Damn that felt good”
I’m here. I’m queer. I’m uncomfortable in social situations.
He/him They/them. Cis. Left-wing shitposter. Sometimes squeaky.
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