And just like that it's Friday again. (so prepared for another fun packed weekend, though I have to admit, this week has been nothing short of spectacular)
Okay serious talk.
Ever since I started re-taking my meds, I have been feeling so much friggen better. I am in such a good mood and I have stayed in such a great mood. (and it's still the level kind, not the manic high that I'm so used to) Oh. My. Gah. Haha.
Oh yeah, old header is back! to suit the appropriate changes of coz.
I really should quit smoking cigarettes now that I've picked it up regularly again (also, did I mention that I still haven't been cutting at all even if I may want to I have been resisting go me!), but I only smoke 1-2 a day. Not so bad right? (even with each inhale I'm cutting off minutes of my life, but who wants to live to their super old and deteriorating anyway?) I don't know, life is just better with cigarettes. It's not so much an addiction since my body doesn't actually fiend for it, (yet if I keep this up it may possibly begin to, though I've been smoking off and on for about 5 years or so) but it's more so the ideal romanticist imagery of the motions of inhaling and then blowing out glorious straight and smooth smoke. Meh, I have two whole packs that I got for free from a lucky night at a gas station when they're machines were down (tried two cards and the machines were down) and I didn't have any cash- just cards, who uses cash now anyway? lol. I only wanted 1 pack so I have no idea how I have two haha. He told me that the cigs were on him, and said no that I couldn't possibly take them and I tried to give it back to him. But he was adament and I wanted cigarettes. So maybe I'll quit after these two packs. I mean, someone has to smoke them right? Haha.
Hope all of you are doing as well as I at the moment. Happy Friday lovers.
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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