Everytime I see something that makes me jealous, a girl that I could have had or something that makes me regret a part of my life, I long for a cigarette. I know smoking solves no problems, but my mind is wired such that I think that smoking puts me away from those thoughts. Maybe I know that the addiction from the nicotine will unnerve me from my other downfalls.
Maybe I'll do it. My dad's a smoker; I just need a lighter.
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