I’m thinking I should have bought cigarettes earlier when I passed by the shop. I’m doing one of those see-how-long-I-can-go things though, so I didn’t. Stupid, stupid boy. It’s pretty easy to say no to buying them when it’s only been a few hours since my last one, or I only just got up, but then a few hours later it’s agony. I feel like somebody has a rope around my chest and is tightening it more with every passing minute. My head is filled with beautiful ladies lounging seductively and blowing smoke in my face. Damn beautiful ladies, always lieing in wait for me to stop, then jumping out from behind my subconcious waving packets of silk-cut.
I’m very weak.