there are cooler ways to die.

no one realizes how much smoking really does until you go on vacation. you're in florida or somewhere with a semi-humid, warm climate. the kind that makes your make-up melt off and you hair cringe at the outdoors. all around are the elderly who have been smoking for decades. their skin resembles leather. they wheeze as they speak. their fingers have an odd tint to them. they gasp for breath walking out the door.
a cigarette still hangs from their dying lips.

early bird gets the worm.

have you ever had one of those mornings where you just don't want to start the day? where you have to pee, but your bed is the safest place to go after that. where you're starving, so you take your breakfast back to your room. where your eyes hold their heaviness for hours after they've opened because you've refused to rub the sleep away.
those mornings don't come around enough.