one solitude

by mercuryrising
i don't want to smoke anymore but i really like cigarettes. instant comfort. shiiiiiiiiit. life is strange and rather less than stellar on occasion. here i am, eyeless in gaza. getting ready to step into the park, the curious playground. proving all my theories. i'll write an entry less nonsensical soon. and i'm still eyeless in gaza.
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Cigarettes were really hard to quit, they always made me feel less lonely. It's been three months and its no motherfucking fun. Also, work is no fun, I wash peoples hair at a hair salon. If I get bored, I occasionally purposely wet peoples t-shirts, thats the highest level of entertainment I obtain at my work. haha.
I'm done complaining.
while on my trip in montana i found myself smoke almost a pack a day. i kept saying that i would quit when i got home. now.. finally, i can just admit that i am a fucking smoker. and i dont care. its who i am basically. thats all i have left to determine who i am..... keep smoking, you know you love them. you just wanna quit cause you know what they do to you.