nerves go madd and i must comply. i can not stay still if they are not heal. i buy my packs of bandaids and smoke away my lungs may be rotting, but my brain is correct. waste of money? i dont need a therapist to help me with my stress. i smell like smoke so i don't need calone. risk to my health? who wants to grow old? out of all the things i have i guess this is the one i truely love, because i know i can never give it up.
I like how you compare cigarettes to bandaids, thats awesome.