Im sick of getting sick. I mean it. I'd prolly let myself die in my room with doors close and locked up with chains of smoke alluring around me giving me power in the inner side of me. Just let this disease rolls and tumbles in my already weak body. How ironic I can be? I just love this disease conquering the inner part of me. I desire for this even when the slightest hazard that brings me is stated clearly, still it wouldn't change my mind of owning this disease. I cant help my helpless self because Im freaking helpless. Maybe I needed more care and attention from love ones. A desire of being cared for and loved. Help me kick this habit will you?