It's 2am once again...

...and instead of being drunk off wine, I am craving a cigg. Unfortunately, I smoked my last one at like 4pm and havent picked up a pack. Not because I am quitting (no no no, nervous anticipation of acceptance/rejection letter keeps me on edge) but because I lacked serious insight into the magnatude of my cravings.

Not that I am addicted. Because I am not.

It's just that it is 2am, I can't sleep, and I need something to do. A lot like prision. Except that the prision is internal and the only key is an acceptance/rejection letter from CU.


Fuck I need a cigg.

Fuck I need a hug.

Fuck, I just need right now...