Cigarettes are killing me. I know this, but yet I am a slave to cigarettes. My budget always needs to include consideration for cigarettes. I'm addicted. I'm a cigarette junkie. I can't stop smoking. The addiction has me by the throat and won't let go.
When I was a child, I hated the smell of cigarettes. My father smoked cigarettes in my presence all the time. So did my grandmothers, my uncles and my aunts. There was always cigarettes getting smoked around me. The smell made me throw up more than once.
But then I began smoking. Why? I don't know. I hated them, but I started smoking them and within a week I was addicted. All these years later I'm still smoking. I attempt to stop sometimes. I make a point of it. But then I find myself in a store buying more cigarettes. It's a disease. It's a horrible, terrible disease. There are people in this world getting rich on my and others addiction. How can they live with themselves? Are they happy to be rich off something that kills people?