So two days ago I had made this promise to myself that I would quit smoking, there was a strange fear in me of dying, of cancer, of stuFf, and today I found myself smoking almost a pack again, why am I lying to myself, yesterday and today I felt so good, cuz of nt smoking and tomo morning I know ill wake up feeling mioserable with acidity and stuff, so much for promises to myself, let’s not smoke shall we, let’s be heroes just fr one more day. I think I’m a very strange case, lot of people find me talented and promising and I can’t live upto the promises I make with myself. Still not being true to myself. Still not there yet. No satori, no nirvana. Kick the butt or kick the bucket.
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