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"(IP)I Quit"
Superman 3152 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Car Show Celebrity"
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01-23-03, 10:53 PM (EST)
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"(IP)I Quit" |
(Dedicated to those of you who have tried to quit smoking lately. I feel your pain, believe me. I don't know if this is a piece so much as it is a rant. I figured I'd throw it up here anyway, y'know, just to keep my hands busy. I don't know if it'll turn in to anything, but ya never know. Forgive the vulgarity, quitting puts you in that mood, y'know? Oh, and if you can't forgive the vulgarity, Mr. moderator, feel free to pull it.) I Quit When a soldier faces his enemy, gun poised, he doesn’t say, “I’m going to pull this trigger now, several times, perhaps. The bullets will penetrate your skull and when your family learns of your demise they will weep for you for years to come. Your wife will never find love again and your children will be scarred for life.” No. He screams, “Die,” and does what he has to do. His focus on the act, not on the reverberations. In that, he succeeds and is able to carry on. Yet, focusing on the act has an opposite effect for me. It causes my pain. It causes the repercussions. So how the fuck do you expect me to breathe this? This "purity" thats supposed to be better? There's nothing in the air. Nothing that makes my blood slow. Nothing that makes my lungs electric. Nothing smooth, nothing rich, nothing satisfying. Breathing this is like being force fed melba toast when my mouth is expecting chocolate chip cookies. Don’t ever tell me that you’re proud of me for this. Proud of what? Proud of the fact that I’m killing a part of myself that has existed for years? Proud that I’m dying inside? Was I that bad before and if so, why are you still here? And if I succeed? How am I to satisfy you again? I can’t. I’ll be just like you. I’ve never been so fucking angry before. I’ve never been so fucking sad. I’ve never been so fucking vulgar or violent or vocal. I have to wonder who this is helping. Why would you want to save me if this is who I’m going to be? Don’t answer me now. Don’t even look at me. Don’t touch me until one of us can convince my skin to stop crawling. Give me something to make this go away. Something that ends in -tine. Nicotine, caffeine…fucking Ovaltine, at this point. Something. Just give me something. This is what you want. Here I am. Smelling great, but miserable. Neat as a waiting room, but borderline mad. I hope you’re happy. I quit. Superman - who's considering taking up a crack habit Criminals From the Neck Up
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Drive My Car 20045 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
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02-02-03, 02:18 PM (EST)
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OH NO!!!! This perfectly describes how it feels. Don’t answer me now. Don’t even look at me. Don’t touch me until one of us can convince my skin to stop crawling Yep, that's just how it is. Buggy- lights a smoke and tries to make that feeling go away
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echogirl 2120 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Roller Coaster Inaugurator"
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02-02-03, 03:06 PM (EST)
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Wow! Such angst Supes! As an ex smoker, one who has quit and started back numerous times, your words ring true. So how the fvck do you expect me to breathe this? This "purity" thats supposed to be better? There's nothing in the air. Nothing that makes my blood slow. Nothing that makes my lungs electric. Nothing smooth, nothing rich, nothing satisfying. Breathing this is like being force fed melba toast when my mouth is expecting chocolate chip cookies. Lol! But it's sooo true! Great work Supes!
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bubbastan 625 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Reality Show Commentator"
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02-03-03, 11:59 PM (EST)
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I laughed, I cried, I fired up a smoke..... As someone who has driven to the Quickie Mart at 3:00 AM in my pajamas with a coat thrown over them because I was out of smokes and I absolutely knew that I would not get even one more second of sleep without the reassuring comfort of a fresh pack, man, can I relate. The longest I've managed to go without was 12 hours, and that was only because I was on a long, long, smoke-free flight (like there's any other kind these days). Thanks for sharing....I think...
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