I just came back from Shell to get my cigarettes. I had the urge to drive my sister's Suzuki out to Shell but the fear of getting caught stopped me. I couldn't sleep without the filthy smoke down my throat. I was reminded by my mum's words back when i was in Primary 6. I was caught possesing cigarettes for the first time back then and my Mum told me the harmfulness and addiction of cigarettes but I ignored them. She still nags at me whenever she see cigarettes in my pocket. I know I should have listened to her but the temptation just keeps coming back. Arg.. Fuck it. Im going to bed. Meeting Reeve 12 tmr and I know I wouldn't be able to wake up on time.