So this is the longest damn day ever. I don't feel like talking to anyone. I don't want anyone talking to me. There's someone in the break room rearranging spoons or forks at this moment, and I can hear the clanking loudly as if it was right in my ear. I wish whoever it was, would just effin' stop already before I get up and rearrange their face.
Wow, I'm usually not this violent. Verbally or physically. Who am I kidding, I'm not going to get up and do anything to that person. I just want some natural thing like a bolt of lightning to do the job for me. I could not deal with cops right now anyway. I always wondered why some people resist arrest, and I bet for many of them it is because they haven't had a cigarette all damn day. THAT, yes, that right there would be a legitimate excuse for resisting arrest. So you can take one last drag from your cig, your square, your fag, your smoke.
I'm craving it right now. Seriously craving a cigarette at the moment. I could, I don't know what I could do. I could do something for one though. I know it's going to taste like shit if I do. I know I will feel guilty if I do. I also know that the cycle will be harder to break if I do. AHHHH!!!! Why do I have to make so much effin' sense?! Comment below. Tell me to stop being a puss and get over it.
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