Ok, so I haven't had a cigarette in three days now. I can feel my body trying to rejuvinate itself...but my psyche is falling to shit. I'm not happy...in fact, I'm depressed. But I don't want to smoke cigarettes anymore.
My boyfriend is moving from Phoenix soon. I'm excited...but I'm afraid. I'm afraid I won't live up to his humanly expectations of the 'perfect girlfriend.' I'm afraid of bad times. I'm afraid of fighting. Fuck...I'm afraid of a lot of things.
My hair is no longer black. I'm back to being a red-head. I really should just leave it alone now, for a long time....because my hair needs as much time to heal, as my lungs are going to need, after 6 years of consistant smoking a pack a day. Yuck.
Everything has changed...and i'm afraid. But I know I'll be fine. I always am.
My boyfriend is moving from Phoenix soon. I'm excited...but I'm afraid. I'm afraid I won't live up to his humanly expectations of the 'perfect girlfriend.' I'm afraid of bad times. I'm afraid of fighting. Fuck...I'm afraid of a lot of things.
My hair is no longer black. I'm back to being a red-head. I really should just leave it alone now, for a long time....because my hair needs as much time to heal, as my lungs are going to need, after 6 years of consistant smoking a pack a day. Yuck.
Everything has changed...and i'm afraid. But I know I'll be fine. I always am.
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