Dear Nimrod,

I must admit, it feels kind of pathetic writing letters to my computer, especially when I have a boyfriend and friends at my fingers.  Well, that's not true.  For the friends I want to talk to aren't around, and my boyfriend is too busy getting high.  And I know if I would have said something, he would have stayed to talk to me tonight, but I let it go.  Maybe I just want a reason to be mad at him.

I quit smoking today.  I go in and out of cravings, but right now I'm just tired.  I bawled my eyes out a second ago, but I guess I'm done now.  Everyone else is turning in to sleep, and I suppose I ought to do the same.

I miss smoking.  I can tell this is going to be tough.  Part of me just wants to say "f*ck it" and keep on secretly smoking, but I know neither my wallet nor my health can afford it.

I guess I just want to feel like I can control something again.  

I'll go running tomorrow.

Sleep well,


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