I just got off from my duty in the hospital; a very productive 2 hours. I assissted in suturing a laceration at the thumb of a laborer person.
Currently, I live alone. My housemates aren't back from Antique, yet. They're probably enjoying the semestral break. You can not imagine how bored I am.
I want to eat. I want to go out. I want to talk to someone. But I won't get up. I love the smell of my sheet-less bed and pillows. It smells like cigarettes. Come to think of it my whole room smells of cigarettes. I started smoking when I was 14 0r 15, I think. But, I got addicted to nicotine about three years back. I tried to quit but I keep on smoking.
I've come to realize that once you start puffing, you can actually stop if you cough. But if you don't, it is likely that you'll get addicted. I love the feel with coffee. It is so relaxing.
Smoking kills, slowly. I wanna die slowly. Whats wrong with that?
I'm delirious. I must be really hungry.
