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Everytime I say I'm gonna quit smoking, I always seem to forget the point. I want my bloody cigarettes. I want to die of lung cancer. I just want a cigarette....
I'm having a bad day. It's tired. And bad. And has included lots of crying. And letter writing. And more crying. I want a cigarette.
I'm sad. Very sad, actually.
And I don't know what to do.
I'm having a bad day. It's tired. And bad. And has included lots of crying. And letter writing. And more crying. I want a cigarette.
I'm sad. Very sad, actually.
And I don't know what to do.