If drinking makes me dream of her and these nice, warm things, then I’m quitting tomorrow. Fuck. I need a cigarette. Why am I not smoking? Why am I suffering through headaches and intense cravings when I can take the easy way out? Oh, right. Because of her. She wants me to suffer. She wants me to not sleep, to go through withdrawals. Of all the people on this planet, I had to be an asshole to one girl who wouldn’t take my shit lying down. Who wouldn’t leave me alone. Fucking excellent, Zach.
