cigeratte serenity

I have the urge to buy my own pack of cigarettes again.
No really.
I might be a failure.
And that's a failure at quitting smoking.
But i'm just almost social.
Inhaling it makes everything surreal.
I like.
I just really want to go back to my smoking days.
No really.

Maybe this is how Nat feels everytime she picks up a stick? *fancy that*
Once you start you ain't never going to stop.
I want to feel intoxicated again.

I have no life.
currently.

I miss talking.
I miss hanging out.
I guess this is what happens when people get into a relationships.

Promises are meant to be broken.

This post doesn't make sense.
All filled with mixed emotions.
My split personality.

Then again, smoking is serenity...

The past 2 weeks has been a blast.
Just like before.
Holidays are around the corner.
And i want something good out of it.

Question to self:
"Why do i always fall for the player sort?"

Either way i don't get anything out of it...again!