I just finished off another pack. I hate it when I finish a pack and think to myself "why can't this one be the last one?" Will I wake up tomorrow fresh and fulfilled with my life enough to cut out this addiction? Can I break the barrier and create a new me...or even get back the old me who thought that cigarettes just make you look like a dragon after a lot of breathing fire. Man, that kid really thought some funny stuff. But I'm older now and know what I am doing. I just need to get on a new track. The old one is far and gone and the one I am on now just doesn't seem to be pure and sensible. My mother says to me that everyone has their flaws, and that this just happens to be my one. That scares me to think that maybe if I were to drop this habit I would pick up a new one. The last thing I want to do is replace it with alcohol...which consumes the campus in its entirety. One day at a time I guess.
