Today was like the most dreadful day in my entire existence. I ought to create a site to squeeze my artsy happiness, my random insanity and my egotism affair. I honestly feel stupid about someone nagging with my habit which I consider to be my long term adventure of passion.
What’s up with that? I just like crapped out the hell out of me today and felt like I needed to bargain my norms and proceed with my submission of drowning myself with a cigarette.
I know it isn’t such a good way of releasing my stress but it feels like sorting trash from my mind.
Smoke is dragging.