So, i started smoke year ago, when i was living with smoking people. We leartn to much math and when we was overlearned (<-- is there word like this in eng?) i went with them to smoke. It was time when we drank too much alcohol, we smoke not only gauge and our life was very colorfull :p
I read then Virginia Woolf books and Anais Nin diaries, i read Chandlers detective stories (with Marlowe, who of course smoked too much too), i disguise myself as an animals like cat or crowe, or i was wearing strange art noveau clothes. I was going on strange parties where everyone smoked.
This is the way.
Now i'm sick of it all, i want to be clear, because last half of year was horrible, i couldn't sleep, i couldn't breath, my mind played with me (i was seeing strange, unreal things like dead people

). I was scared that i'm crazy, but i'm not and it was scaring too

I'll try to quit, but it isn't simple.
I like taste of cigarettes, i like way i look when i smoke.
But i'll try
