We are a culture of people who puts more of our faith in drugs than friends to make us feel content. We are people who believe that smoking is something that makes us look cool, makes us feel good. All that matters is feeling good. We are a subculture of hippies that have a bad outlook. We are nothingness, we are all nothings with no hope. We are begging to get out, or else we would not take the drugs. The cigarettes in my purse, the weed in that little box over there, I don’t need them as much as I need you. When I do not have you, I need them. Need is something that none of us understand anymore, not even myself.