It‘s probably too late anyways. It‘s been ~21 years of this. Why freak out over something that‘s been decided. Also so many people smoke, probably just overreacting.

Too scared to tell my parents to stop smoking in the house. They‘ll yell. My mom has been nice. I don‘t want her to stop being nice. I have nothing else.

Too afraid to tell anyone that „asking them to stop“ never helped me anyways. I have nothing else. And so many people go through worse things.

Too tired of continuing. Too tired of fake-smiling.
I‘ll rot away in my swamp of a room anyways.

I want to feel mad. But I never get mad, I either feel nothing or scared. I feel trapped. 

At least letting it out helped. Sorry. Have a nice day, keep fighting, everyone. Wish you the best.