Get to eat
meat! Yay! I feel sorry for you
vegetarians right now.
It's suppose to be family time, right? But my dad and I are not speaking to each other. Again. I felt sad at first, but then I just couldn't get myself to really care anymore.
He found my empty pack of cigarettes and a few cigarette butts in my ashtray.
He never said he was proud of me. He never acknowledged my achievements. Most of the time, he's all angry and sarcastic. I'm not missing that at all.
He used to assumed the worst in me. Still does. I have no idea why. Maybe it's because he doesn't know me. I don't know.
He once accused me I'm into
Black Metal. It seems funny to others but not to me at that time. He really thought I was off killing innocent animals for satanic rituals or something. I was only 15. My best friend just laughed her ass off. Me? A
Black Metal? Seriously. I soon thought the whole thing was ridiculous too.
And then, I got this disease of some kind. And he was quick to deduce that it was
STD. It was an awful accusation. I was barely 17. Turns out it was this thingy from my chicken pox that resurfaced because my immune system was weak.
I saw this in PostSecret and it made me think.
Why did I smoke? I told my mum it was stress. Was I lying to my mum and myself? Was it really stress?
Maybe when I started smoking, it really was stress.
The question is,
why did I continue? I'm not stressed every friggin' time.
I know I wasn't and am not addicted. In fact, I can last for weeks without smoking.
I know my dad won't like it if I smoke. So I continued to.
I never realise that until now.
Now I still smoke,
just to spite him.
P.S: I feel guilty of course. My mum was upset when she found out. But maybe I am addicted. Just a little. A tiny bit. I mean, I haven't smoked for more than 24 hours already. Even though I have a few sticks left. Not really that addicted.
All this talk about cigarettes... I'm going for a smoke after I finish this.
P.P.S: I am aware of all the risks and consequences of smoking. Don't preach.