3 years of addiction. It ate away at me, I didn’t notice. I got sick, I didn’t care. I became mean and nasty, I thought it was me adjusting to my environment. I feel like Gollum, had he realised his folly prior to his untimely incineration at Mt. Doom. Taking a step back, I feel better. I sleep without worry. I realise my life has been a sham, my decisions made for me. For the first time in a long time, words pour out of me without me judging myself constantly. I am beginning to see happiness. I am beginning to enjoy my life, like I should have so long ago. I am learning to enjoy the company of others without ulterior motives.
I have so much to catch up on. If you’re reading this, I am sorry. For whatever I did or said to you. I’m sorry even if you aren’t reading this. I spent most of the last few years burning bridges like the Malazan elite force.
Goodbye nicotine. I won’t miss you.
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