I need a cigarette.
A fresh pack of newports to be specific.
$8 spent on increasing my already high chance of developing cancer.
20 cancer sticks per pack.
But I never really get to smoke all 20. I always give in to someone else's addiction and give them one of my own. I hate being generous. They're my cigarettes, I payed for them, so stop asking.
They'll never stop asking. And then there's always the ones who even after you say no, offer you money, or try to guilt you into sharing your overpriced slow suicide.
It's true, I hate people.
& I love cigarettes.
Peace.
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