Friday, 2 January 2009

Giving Up Smoking

From 1 or 2 days ago

I was at some sort of amusement park. I remember walking around a circle shaped area, which was next to the entrance. There were balloons around and soft toys being sold. I had started smoking for some reason. I walked into Waterstones, a book shop in my town. I fancied having a cigarette, but I wanted to give up so I didn't. I then walked to the bus stop. I was now at the bus stop. The bus stop is at the other end of the road, so in reality I would have walked from the bus stop to my house. However, I sat there with my sister as if I was waiting for a bus. I felt like I should tell her that I had started smoking, but I couldn't bring myself to. My stomach felt funny and pressure was building up inside me. We started walking down my road. I opened the packet a pack of cigarettes. It was alot bigger that a normal packet, and instead of being neatly lined up inside the pack, they were all crammed in all over the place. I decided the only way to quit was by getting rid of the cigarettes. So I picked out a cigarette, bent it in half and dropped it on the floor as I was walking. It felt great, so I continued doing it to all the others. It took ages, and everytime I felt like I was almost done, there were more. For some reason, I felt like after I had dropped them all, I would follow them on a path, like Hansel and Grettal did with the bread. I approached my house.

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