New things always seem better than old things.
I can't drink because my parents have issues dealing with alcoholism, and every swig reminds me of them. I can't smoke because my mother and aunt have been smoking weed/cigarettes frequently since I was very young, and the idea of smoking myself reminds me of how little I respected them when I was younger. Yes, my mindset has changed and weed doesn't seem that bad anymore, but it's hard to erase memories. Impossible, actually.
This is what we both wanted, right? Fuck.
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