Quitters never win.

There is no one I owe my sanity to. I just owe it to one thing.

I am a smoker. I am not addicted to it (yet!) under ideal conditions. However, I always feel the urge to whisper in the wind during heated conversations, frustrations, over-excitement, and ennui--which practically occur on a daily basis considering my unpredictability and emotional vulnerability to third-person convictions.

I smoke when I feel mad, challenged, happy, bored, after eating or when intimidated by the blank page (re: writer's block). But I have no regular schedule for zigy breaks. It's a mood thing, really, but with advantages!

Smoking helps me censor my words ( and not necessarily thoughts...). and prevents me from making situations harder to forget at the end of the day. It also helps me get in to this "writer-r mood" thing. It also makes me visit the dentist more often. Most importantly, it calms me down during catfights, which are often nowadays in my new social status. I simply bury the filthy stick in my mouth and puff the harsh words away.

I owe my sanity to this vice. If it weren't for these ziggies, I could've uttered countless of harsh words that could kill humanity, have failed to submit money-making articles and have forgotten the word "dental care".

Quitters never win.