We all have little things we like to do. I like to smoke. I've cut down in the past. I've even quit for a year or so, but I haven't been able to shake it for long. It keeps coming back at me like a really shitty, dysfuntional relationship. I used to say it's because I smoke to give shape and form to my day or it's a habit that keeps my hands occupied. I would sometimes get closer to the heart of the matter, by saying that I smoke when I'm in a nervous situation.
All Caca del Toro, as we say in bilingual America. I smoke because I am a stone cold junkie.
When I don't smoke, I want to kick random people in their genitals. I am nervous and unpredictable. I get headaches and worst of all, I can't sleep (or drop a georgie).
I feel like shaking people violently and saying mean shit to them. I don't want to keep going through this. I hope I either give it up all the way or get hit by a bus.
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Back on the wagon, eh? Good luck. Let me know if I can help - like biking with you or something.
I'd probably sneak a smoke from time to time if it didn't set my asthma off. I miss it...
I will always miss it. I just want to adore it from a distance.
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