09/14/18
it's been a week.
i'm in my apartment, on the balcony.
i can see the shop where i used to buy cigarettes from.
it feels weird to know that i'm now the legal age.
i slightly have a small feeling growing in me.
to have one last cigarette.
i mean i may as well, it's just one more i don't feel a strong connection now to them.
it'll be like trying them out again for fun.
i'm at the shop now
well out of it.
and i've got the packet of cigarettes in my hand.
i took one out and put the rest on top of a bin, whoever wants it can take it.
i'm now back in my apartment, with the lit cigarette in my hand.
