Bad start
Some days you don't know whether to throw up your hands in disgust or surrender.
I know it's wrong, I know it's bad for me. But still I smoke - the reason being that I'm addicted. I buy cigarattetes and I know how expensive it is - believe me, I know how much money I put into it! But I just love it... I love the feel of it, I love the thought of how I think I look with a fag, I love not-giving-a-damn, I love being part of a small club of fellow smokers... and I'm bloody addicted. There's all sorts of chemicals involved - and they're SOO bad for you, I know - but still I'm freaking addicted!
Though you're cutting off your nose to spite your face, it's sometimes sooo satisfying to bite the hand that's feeding you.
It's almost summer here and that has absolutely nothing to do with the weather. It's a question of wheteher one has finished ones exams and when the new semester starts. Summer occurs in between. I'm handing in a small paper tomorrow and I kind of... well, sort of... uhmmm... I've yet to write it.