“You closed your eyes in the morning
You said you want to start smoking again
You said you had that dream last night
Of a stranger in your room
You said you wanna start making new friends.
We’ll I’d found some peace
And you want release
You must be stronger than me.”

— Melissa Etheridge, “Stronger than Me”

Nothing much else to say today. Just waiting for my turn to break down. Sort of tired of holding it together all the damn time.

I guess I’ve got the smoking addiction back. I don’t take my cigarettes to work, but I tell you, I drive home at the speed of sound, just for the chance to light up again.

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