(Will You Give Into Me?)
These are the voices of the taunting cravings eating away at my sanity...
Cigarettes in front of me, lighter in my pocket... To give in would be so easy... Everything is right there, ready, waiting for me to give in.
I CAN AND WILL DO THIS!!!
I heard from many people that quitting smoking is very extremely super redicuously difficult. I didn't think so... until I actually tried. OMG... it's torture. I don't want to smoke, the desire isn't there... But the evil embedded in my brain forces me to believe I want that cigarette more that anything I've ever wanted ever. Just one pull, that filling satisfaction of death, will make the world go around again. Fuck that.
IF I CAN DO THIS, I CAN DO ANYTHING...!
Everyone in the world decides they suddenly want to smoke, and the bastards all do it in front of me... Cigarettes everywhere in sight. That disgusting aroma tingles my nose and sends the same sensation of fresh baked cookies through my nostrils. Fucking shit... I need sleep.
DAY ONE.