I'm Andrew.
I'm 18.
I write, and smoke more cigarettes than I'd care to admit.
I live in a fantasy world in my head.
And I don't give an actual fuck.
I love mathematics and all that it has in store.
I’m smoking these cigarettes,
my body’s growing anxious
of the rain that is near,
and I blow my smoke in peace,
the rain will be my final release
of all that is near,
my mind will finally be set,
ready to be alone.
