Half Hearted Give Up, 2016. // Quitting smoking 2.0 // Try Or Die.
Everyone loves a quitter. // Captain NoFun from Quits Everything town.
My body gets so tired and sore so easily lately. I don’t drink anymore, I quit coffee, smoking is for jerks.
I didn’t get out of bed until noon today (I stayed up way too late talking on the phone). The first thing I did when I woke up was re-book my doctor intake appointment so it’s sooner (I did something/one thing productive today).
That’s a lie. The first thing I did was wake up thinking about my weekend in Vancouver and feelings and thoughts around it. Desire and longing to be near friends, life-crushing (like, having a crush on my own life), how to be super emo…(because I’m really good at overwhelming feelings)
I’ve felt so distracted thinking about it all.
And now, I haven’t smoked all day and i’m getting damn cynical and I might die this time, so let this be my final will and testament:
-To my brother Alasdair, I leave my stuffed toy cat. The one he always tried to steal from me as a kid.
-Divide the rest of my crap how you want.
-Don’t be embarrassed if you find sex toys.
-Burn my body.
-Play the X Files theme song at my funeral (<3 U Chris Carter!!1! LOLOMFG)