I am hung over and I only have three cigarettes left with 6 plus hours left till my official stop date/time.
Three cigarettes to last the rest of my life.
But fuck. You know what? This whole cigarette thing really sucks.
Fuck this shit. I don’t like this feeling at all.
“I only have three smokes left” “I have 6 plus hours but all I can do is think about those God-Damned three cigarettes.”
THAT IS ALL THAT IS ON MY MIND, those last fucking cigarettes!
WTF. This should not be all I think about. This is not healthy. This fucking nasty ass fucking habit really pisses me off. I missed the weather, I am missing the sports on the news all because I am obsessing over my last three fucking, peice of shit, nasty ass fucked up CIGARETTES!
I want to smoke but if I do, then I only have TWO cigarettes you see. This is not about when or how I smoke them, it’s about needing these little fuckers and the need is totally and psychologically driving me fucking nuts.
FUCK IT, I will have one of those last three now. Then I will only have two.