I know I can do this. Hell, I know I've done this before.
I am so fucking tired of riding this fucking merry go round. When I smoke I feel like hell. My chest hurts. My throat hurts. I can't sleep. I cough all the time. I stink like an ashtray. I never have any fucking money. I've always got one foot out the door (like I did in my good old drug addict days) because I can't wait to be someplace where I can fucking light up already. It's tired. It's pathetic. It's not who I want to be anymore. And I'm mad as fucking hell that I let a breakup talk me into fucking smoking again. Any fucking excuse, eh
Um, yea, so I was gonna include a disclaimer in this post about how I might be a bitch/bear/emotional disaster area/just plain giant pain in the ass for the next few days while I work this out of my system, but I think my last paragraph may've made that self-explanatory. Ahem.
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