The New Year approaches and monsters of anxiety are already beginning to conquer my brain and stomach for yet another 365 days.. Even though my youth was stolen and demolished with my infatuation to grow older, it seems to me that I have wasted 2009 to the best of my ability.
I have decided for my physical health I shall quit smoking, even though the Marlboro packet continually inspires me with its pure colours and gold embossing. It is a fantastic packet and I almost feel like I’m doing it duty by smoking the perfectly round cigarettes and filling every inch of my bloodstream with CO2. But it is my duty to preserve my life and continue to bore you with my words my friend.
I have decided for my physical health I shall quit smoking, even though the Marlboro packet continually inspires me with its pure colours and gold embossing. It is a fantastic packet and I almost feel like I’m doing it duty by smoking the perfectly round cigarettes and filling every inch of my bloodstream with CO2. But it is my duty to preserve my life and continue to bore you with my words my friend.
I would like the next year to be conjured together and perfectly attached like the cello tape to my ivory fingers. Even though the cello tape may peal, at least there is a solid foundation underneath.
I miss the year of 2003 where I would go to the beach and happily be covered in sand. Even though my nails would be filled with painful little grains digging and burying into my skin the day was endless. My sandy grave.
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