Today marks the 3rd year of me smoking. I never smoked before. I was even one of those who campaign against smoking due to its health hazards. I never understood before why people smoke. Some said, it's one way for them to release their anxiety and tension. Some said, it somehow just became their habit. I never accepted these reasons before as valid excuses to light a cigarette.
I smoke when I'm stressed out. I smoke when I'm nervous. I smoke when I just finished eating my meal. I smoke when I'm drinking alcohol. But most of the time, I smoke when I feel alone, when I feel betrayed, when I'm angry, when I'm anxious, when I'm jealous, when I'm depressed. Cigarettes become one of my outlets for these. Those moments when no one's there to listen or when I am hesitant to tell someone what I really feel, a stick of nicotine becomes a best friend.
Now I understand why people smoke. It's something you can always depend on. A friend that's always there.
I smoke when I'm stressed out. I smoke when I'm nervous. I smoke when I just finished eating my meal. I smoke when I'm drinking alcohol. But most of the time, I smoke when I feel alone, when I feel betrayed, when I'm angry, when I'm anxious, when I'm jealous, when I'm depressed. Cigarettes become one of my outlets for these. Those moments when no one's there to listen or when I am hesitant to tell someone what I really feel, a stick of nicotine becomes a best friend.
Now I understand why people smoke. It's something you can always depend on. A friend that's always there.
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