Nicotine

Yes, I admit. I’m officially a walking pile of nicotine.

I must stop this. I must.

Stress & how life has treated made me this way.

The way I am now. Can’t really point my finger to anyone.

It’s just how life turns out to be.

 

And so I continue on my slow, pathetic suicide.

Smiling, laughing with a cig at one hand.

Trying not to care so much of those epic failures life’s made me do.

Such a waste…

 

                

“Sometimes I feel like a smoking nun. Committing a sin, which i am aware of.”