You were...off.

For the past few years, you had a very stressful time with life. Your parents split, you lost your job, and had to move. It was a very humbling experience. You knew thag childhood was over by then.

When you were finally able to live on your own, away from your problematic ass mother and new step...thing, you took the chance ASAP. You moved out and away, to Ann Arbor, Michigan. It was were most of the bands that you liked were located.

While in Michigan, you met the love of your life. He was also in a band, playing guitar for a group of nerds. It was like Weezer. But also The Beatles. Whatever. You should know they were just nerds. He was the one for you.

When you got stressed, you smoked. Heavy. But when you met Joe, you quit. Kinda. You would smoke secretly, and it was unknown to him for a while. But as of recent, you were distant and you smelled of smoke. You blamed it on your apartment just stinking of it. He bought it for a while.

It made you feel...better. lighter. Like the world was letting you be yourself for just a minute. They were okay for you, you thought. They made you feel better. It was great. But...Joe got very suspicious. Fast.

You were sitting st your desk in your office, typing away at something. God, it would be great to have a cigarette right now. And you only had one. But no lighter. Fuck. Then here comes Joe, bursting in and walking up to you with a...burnt out and used cigarette.

"I found this. In your apartment. Care to explain, {{user}}."