I'm sitting here eating pistachios wondering what to write.
No pressure... I suppose I can write about absolutely anything.
Rain hasn't come. I'm awaiting it patiently. I need cleansing.
I want a smoke.
I flew my kite with friends on Friday. I hadn't felt that free in ages.

Your friendship's as addictive as this cigarette, and just as bad for me. But I miss you. I miss the conversations, though I told myself that's why we shouldn't be friends ( Read more... )

I'll give you real:
I really want a cigarette.

Shame shame shame. Kicking addiction has been hard -- I swear I'd smoke cowpies if they gave me a buzz. But my health comes first these days. I want to be around for a long time.

Desi and I are gonna be old ladies together. :))

I feel like I should write...
     ...but I have nothing to say...

Later. later.

--edit--
Smoking. 6 AM; the 8th.
I need to escape, and I'm not ashamed.
--edit---
Ditching. 10:30 AM; the 8th.
I need to escape, and I'm not ashamed.

Work is long.
Summer is short.
School is near.

And I've lost myself somewhere nobody can find.

I finally got my sewing machine,
and I quit smoking...

...cigarettes that is.

Hanging out with Erwin, high as hell and about to smoke a cig on the porch. God I love summer.