So I started smoking again.

And I’m not very proud of myself. My grandma died of COPD. My grandpa is currently dying from it. I see all the scary PSAs where the former beauty queen is now bald and talking through a hole in her neck. And yet I still do it. I’ve been a wreck, and while it’s blackening my lungs and coating my insides with tar…It’s so soothing. Smoky, clove-flavoured relief.

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