A Long-Winded Letter to My One True Love, CigarettesTo this day, I cannot go a day without a fag hanging out of my mouth. I’ll get off the shit when it stops being so cool for me to die a little faster than usual. I sit, alone in my room, writing this, sick in my bed, absolutely yearning for nicotine. I allowed myself half of a smoke just this morning, but it clearly isn't enough for such a growing boy.
