I have to finish organizing my tv room closet tonight which means I'll be in the midst of cigarettes galore.
it's not a big room and there are 3 people smoking in there.
I hate the aroma of cigarette smoke, even though it reminds me of my dad.
I just feel like I am suffocating when I'm in a closed room with no fresh air.
I can feel the smoke soaking into the walls, my lungs, the furniture, my skin and I hate the way it lingers on people.
I hate that people think my house smells like cigarettes. and my dad doesn't even smoke inside that much. Only when there's a game on then he'll smoke upstairs
I don't like how it's withering my dad and brothers lungs away every time they inhale, it's just a bit unsettling to think of losing them prematurely because they don't want to quit. I get it's an anxiety thing, a nasty habit, something they just do. But I hate it, I hate everything about it.
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