Being Bad
Being bad is good
I admit it. Everything is all my fault. It was me making all the terrible decisions that ended us like this. No excuses. Or maybe a teeny tiny one. The smoking and the drinking would make any person's decision-making a bit suspect. And you mix that with a lifestyle I never even knew existed a couple years ago, but that my boyfriend taught me to enjoy and ultimately love... Well, trouble was bound to happen. I figured out...