Addictions.

A blog?
Why do I do this to myself?
Another addiction to add to the collection?

Smoking, yet again, a whole box of the joyous Richmond Superkings.
Less then the 24 hours.
Gone.

Even though I know you will be the death of me, your my release.
I often wonder whether that last sentence was about my smoking habbit, or my habbit of Him. They are similar in ways. I cant go a day without thinking of you in my mouth. You cost me money, that I dont have. Yet I always seem to gather the scraps , to feed this addiction.
It must be stopped.
But how do you stop an addiction, which you refuse to give up, even though many tell you leave it.

I really should stop this.