It’s a different high.

Nicotine Withdrawal.

I shit you not.

So jaded – my idea of what I want and how I shouldn’t want it. Only because I’ll end up getting it. So, instead of feeling guilty after getting it, I feel guilty for even wanting it. Because wanting for me – is ultimately getting.

Not that it’s ok, or a good thing – just saying.

Bite my nails because of how crazy it’s all gotten.

I’m liking not having things to run to.

Being back home, it’s all so peaceful, so calm, so easy …

I had almost forgotten how nice this all was. The comforts of home, and what not.

I wish it could stay this way.