Ive been smoking for almost a year now.. I started when i was working feeling rather down. The old man i occassionally worked with would hand me cigerrete on break times and we would talk. After that i taken up smoking, rather i like feeling miserable and causing more misery onto myself. In Reality Smoking is bad, theretically its rather good. Infact! Who said death was a bad thing.. if anything your just working yourself closer to it.
Two months ago.. i started smoking a pack a week. And ive been trying to less the doses into my system. But no matter how hard i try i just cant shake off my agony and misery.. and i think Cigerrets have given me some relief, becuz when i smoke cigerrets i think about my death sometimes. and often enough. Seeing as i cant smoke inside my apartment, i smoke outside. And so i gaze at the stars wondering and wondering and wondering pointlessly. Pointlessly to the point where i just dont have a clue anymore.
I feel Like im letting the world passs me by. I seek shelter in places i shouldnt really be. But here i am struggling in my eternal darkness. And Cigerrets LADIES AND GENTLEMEN is my new habbit and i really really hope i can get some Cancer.