I have come up with elaborate ways to get out of work when I hate it.
Today I used a way. Now I feel stupid.
My mind hates doing anything it doesn’t want to do. My mind hates to do anything but smoke, hang out, and feel blah all day.
I have become a lazy individual that starts and stops everything I do.
My mental state hasn’t gotten any better either. Smoking has made it feel sloppy, stupid, tired, and stiff.
This isn’t thee real me. This isn’t who I am suppose to be.
I’m suppose to be fine.