*cough*

Cigs are bad.

And yet here I am contemplating another hit to get through my meaningless present.

That's been a hot button for like 2 years now...

"Me", "smoking", and "why?".

Only I seem to truly grasp why I (out of all people) would even be close to dabbling in such a destructive pattern.

Therein lies the problem.
I can still say to myself, "tough it out". But something about my situation leads me to believe that breathing in itself is a struggle... it's like cigs are a reminder of my present...