I'm feeling depressed...
My room smells like cigarettes...
I smell like cigarettes...
How did I get here?
I swore never to do this...
Guess I should never make promises...
I apologize to the future me who's going to feel the consequences of this smoke...
I didn't know what to do...
This smoke is the only thing that seems to understand my preoccupations and insecurities...
The only problem is that it is killing me...