cjinkerman

She's smoking again. Bloody smoking. She told everyone she was going to stop, she promised. I understand it's addictive and it's hard to stop. It's physiological, it's not her, the body needs it. I don't. I don't need it. I hate it. Yet she doesn't think of me, the effect it will have on my health when I am older. The implications of her habit, the toxins I am being exposed to with every drag.