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Bloodsmoke20I’m cold.
My room is facing south, the thick, brick walls and the tiny windows block out the daylight. The sun is shining brightly outside while I'm freezing in front of my computer, like some kind of rat. I could go outside to the shed to warm myself, but I couldn’t bear its humidity for long. The constant fluctuation of temperature would soon give me a headache.
How strange human nature is. Nothing ever satisfies us.
I’m literally shivering as I light my cigarette. It hasn’t even been a minute since I snubbed out the last one. The ashtray is filling up. There’s only a few cigarettes left in the pack. The last couple of hours have diminished my supply. But what else can I do if I need them? I haven’t slept for a wink. Nicotine always gives me a jolt.
I can’t sleep. I’ve
