Sometimes I ask myself why I smoke. It's clearly not good for my health and heck, i look silly.

Normally, I just shrug this thoughts off and do other things to divert my mind. But a sudden answer arises from the back of my head. More like a voice that's definitely NOT conscience.

"Smoking feels very right at the moment." It says.

I feel like I'm living half-alive. No purpose. No feelings of some sort. No exact plans. None.

Just breathing. Just being.

Labels: cigarettes, life, OA

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