It came to mind when I woke up today. About what woman and I discussed during our alone time in the chalet lobby.
Smoking.
We talked about why our friends smoke.
And how come we don’t really do a damn thing to stop them?
Is ‘they have to live their own life/decide for themselves’ a good enough excuse not to do anything?
I’m pathetic as well.
Always saying I’ll break those damn sticks but I don’t do it cause I don’t want my friends to get mad at me.
I stared at Scott when I saw the unlighted cigarette stick in his hand.
When I stared he was like: C’mon la Annabel you know I’ve smoked for how long already.
Truthfully I didn’t know.
I wasn’t shocked either. But it sucks to expect your friends to smoke.
I’m an utter failure.
I can’t even get one of my closest sisters to stop puffing them fucking sticks.
UGH.








