intermissions make me miss cigarettes so very much.
They gave me something to do, to fill the emptiness of moments. With a cigarette in my hand there was something to do, some purpose, no matter how minor to fill that empty void from moment to moment.
I have been more socially awkward than usual lately. people who i know of us friendly, that normally i could be comfortable around seem foreign and i cannot bring myself to say hello. I cannot hold up a conversation and i am painfully, so painfulyl on teh outside of it all.