Saturday

Breaking that habit.


I have been within approximately 5 years doing this. Shocking you? Well, me too.

I don't know but this I have to admit, I can't really let go of. I know all the risks, I know all the sicks; but I can't seem to quit over some thing that makes me feel... better. Better at all, better than before. It's likely when I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, or nobody to talk; both of the cig and lighter stay here anytime I want. And that's what most happening recently in my life. Call me pathetic, I do so.

Smoking can kill, but at least you look cool. Nah, that's what one of my best friend said. I barely thought it does but not utmost the reason why I do smoke. A girl smoking is totally uncool according our east society. People sometimes staring at me when I drive alone and smoke, like I'm a venom from somewhere at Mars. What a stranger I told me myself. But, did I ask your opinion?

Anyway, I have ever tried to stop... but never because of myself. Some persons ask me to with a guarantee as long as they stay with me. Ha-ha eat that shit. And as long as I finally discovered that nothing lasts forever, I've given up trying to stop because of others. Believe me, I really aim to stop, I really do... just not today. I'm a little bit worried with my asthma though, but as long as I still can breathe, I thought it would understand. Okay, I know it's stupid, then if I'm stupid so what?

And what about my parents? They know, but act like don't. Same like I know that they're divorced, but act like don't. Wait, that's not the reason why I start to smoke. In case my Dad taught me so, why bother?

So now, you know my habit; yet not my story.