Status: keep this alive.

No Limits.

Smoke.

Who smokes? Really, who smokes, and enjoys it? I sure as hell don't, so why do I do it?

I always tell my self I won't smoke anymore. Then I hang out with her and all she wants to do is smoke. Then of course if she's smoking, I'm smoking. I hate it. I get light headed, and I get noxious, and I get paranoid, and for what reason? To have fun with my nicotine junky friend.

If you're ever in any situation where you have the chance to smoke, don't take the chance. It blows. In all reality, it sucks, and it blows. Two easy steps. Two easy steps to get use to. Two things that will change your life forever. So the next time you inhale anything, make sure it's air. Good clean air.

Please.