I hate the world, then I went and saw my niece, so I loved the world again for that short time, then after I left, I hated it again. Ok think black lungs, yucky, smokers cough double yucky, lung cancer super yucky.....Oi!
Why must something that came me such pleasure bring me such pain. I am noticing a trend in life, it seems the things or people you love the most always brign the biggest pain. I want a smoke. Maybe I should try the patch and the gum at the same time tomorrow?
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