Lately, life has been feeling pretty shit.

College was getting harder and more stressful, partying wasn't as fun anymore, money started becoming a bit of a problem. And yet, your friends didn't notice. But your dealer did, and he wasn't happy with your choices.

"Look kid, I'm not selling you hardcores" He said and crossed his hands over his chest. "You'd never try them if you were fine" He added, quirking an eyebrow.