I pity you. Addicted to that shit. Cancer slowly growing in your lungs. Hated by your own family. Probably taring apart your family too.
Grow up, you don't need a retarded drug to make your life better. What does it do that makes you happy? Fuck with your mind? Last I checked, your mind is what makes you live, idiot. Don't fuck with it. You waste all your money on shit that only lasts less than an hour, and then you probably go suck Big Carl's dick to get more. Quit swallowing cum for this shit, get a job, and at least try to succeed in life.
But you can't, can you? All you can do is BAAAWWW about the truth. The real truth.
The character in this flash is you.
you need to rethink your life or die trying. I'd rather die with a legacy than with cancer.