Habits
Like the last pack of cigarettes. Like the last text message. Like the last tequila shot. Like the last break up. My will is weak and I can't quit. I can't quit him. I hate the feeling of not knowing what I'm getting myself into. You would think that you know yourself best. If that was the case, then I haven't been introduced to myself yet. I don't know myself at all. All I know is that I am a liar. And that I am bad at lying.