It's 4am and I need two things: a cigarette and someone to talk to. I've had a very rough couple days and need to vent and cry it out. I light my cigarette and reluctantly begin to tell you what's going on. It's hard being this vulnerable, but I just need someone to listen to me. It get's easier for me to talk and the tears start rolling. I tell you all about my heartaches in between inhaling and exhaling the calming smoke.