It seems so lonely on these nights. Insomnia comes often. It's a more frequent visitor than any other I've known. I keep telling myself I'll just have one more cigarette. After all, I'm awake anyway, right?
I apologise in advance, gentle reader. This is likely to turn into a rant.
I yearn for these. Physically yearn. It's like they are a substitute for you, Ivy. I spend the majority of my time alone (let's not go into just how sad that is -- and when I say sad, I mean pathetic) and these are like my little friends.
I want to quit. No, I NEED to quit. But every time I try to do so, I turn into a cycle of grumpy.
Ivy, what is a poor blogger to do?
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