Deaizia1

The Life of A Smoker

Blog Post created by Deaizia1 on Oct 3, 2019

I remember when I first started smoking. My cousin smoked a black and mild and it was in front of me for the first time. I've never seen smoke because most people in my family aren't smokers. And I remember she gave it to me to "try it" and I did. I didn't like it at all. I was 9 years old. At the time I wasn't too much worried about peer pressure but you know if your cousin thinks its cool, why not try it and think it's cool too? Right. So a few years passed and I turned 11, and I was able to buy tobacco because people think I looked older. And I would buy them everyday because they were and still are "buy 2 black and milds for a dollar" so why not? Once I started to smoke them, I haven't stopped since. And the worst part is, the more you inhale this cancer you start to get more and more addicted to it. I'm 19 years old and I still haven't stopped smoking. It's like they have this evil power to force you to go get some and smoke them all day long. It never quits. It's like soon as I smoke one, it turns to two, then the whole box, then to buying at least 18 boxes a week. I've been trying to stop smoking for a while but I can't. I tried to stop because it gave me pneumonia and upper respiratory problems. Even after that I still couldn't stop. When I'm stressed, I smoke. When I'm going through hard times, I smoke. It's like a routine to smoke every day for me. But my time will come and it is NOW. 

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