Dear Reader,
By the time you read this, I will be dead. Whoever Some_Random_Grl is, I'm sorry for using your account. My name is John. John Fredrick Scotts to be exact. You do not know me. I do not know you. But I don't want you or anyone else to end up like me. A smoker. I have lived through several painful years... too many. Much too many. My life is a terible mess, and it's all because of that first smoke. My six year old daughter, Mia, crys in her room every night because of me. She sees my pale skin and tired eyes and knows that she doesn't want to be like her father. I am sorry, for I am running out of time. My family has to know that I'm sorry. That I love them. That I'll miss them.
Don't be like me...
