I am secretly having crush with cigarettes. Wouldn't it be awesome on lonesome nights like this one, when flashbacks of the past played and when the regrets came along? Or when the thoughts of tomorrow has exhausted me, ceased to be appealing to this worn-out soul.
Last things. I could die tomorrow, then I would die a lonely person. If God permitted me to wake up again tomorrow and stay alive for some more years ahead, I would know how awful it is to live like this, to be known as something by everyone, yet nothing by anyone. Time passed and it would never came back to me, for me to live with someone to grow up with. I gave it up when I decided to find the answer to my own worth, I left them all. And I think I am seeing an answer.
I missed that momentum. Then, let this be my last chance: a dog friend to grow old with.
I wish I were short-minded enough to smoke.
