Thoughts: #1 - September 30th, 2014

And I'm addicted to you, the way my grandma depended on cigarettes. She died a tragic death. Her one constant love killed her in her prime. As an outsider, it doesn't make sense. I couldn't figure out why she didn't at least try to ditch the cigarettes. But now, I know. If she lost her cigarettes, her life wouldn't have been nearly as long. I've lost you, and now I'm struggling to hold on.