i pulled an all nighter to get some shit done.
i work too damn much.
class in four hours yippee ki-yay
i feel so guilty every time i buy a pack, man
like the money, my body, and my parents working so goddamn hard to raise a healthy kid who throws it away whenever she lights up.
i feel like a fucking failure and i hate it. hate hate hate. fuck why did i even start. it’s nearly impossible to quit in college.
fuck these things i’m tired of the taste. i’m tired of wanting them. or being like, “oh we’re going out? NEED SMOKES!”
when did i become so dependent on this shit?
look what i did
Oh lawds did you seriously just make Don Draper the Medic? What a beautiful product. That’s like combining sex with sex.
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