Though they make no sense, these are the moments, we'll remember for the rest of our restless lives.

Mar 15, 2007 04:32

The time has come my friend, to talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax. Of carpenters and kings.

How do I describe my feelings of late? Frustrated. Withdrawn. Jaded. Those are accurate adjectives. I made a bad decision. I thought that I would be ok with quitting. Turns out that was a foolish move. I really want a cigarette. Almost every waking moment is spent wanting a cigarette.

I would probably have an easier run of things if I attempted to quit during a less stressful period of life. Maybe it would be easier if I had a stable place to live, a job, and less personal shit going on. Lara is reluctant to have me continue smoking, and I am pretty enthralled, so that does make a difference, but I'm afraid I may have to delay my disavowal of cancer for now.

God I need a smoke.
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