Day 8

Jesus christ. Fucken stressed. Need to do essay on uni computer. All uni computers being fucken used! so have to do tomorrow morning. yes yes, i shouldn’t have left it but i did. cue, running towards nearest corner shop, stopping then running back. I got in and was doing some online banking and turns out i didn’t have enough money in my account anywayz. bumz. Soo. day 8. a toughie. feeling a little depressed, and stressed becausee of work and potential large changes in life. still, 100 cigarettes not smoked. I dont know what it is, a kind of apathy has come over me, thinking “if i just smoke until these problems are over, then i’ll quit again, it wasn’t that hard this time.” shit mother fuck damn i want to smoke!