I sit at my friends house rn, smoking a cigarette, nursing a glass of whiskey, and feeling sorry for myself, I've tried to stop. It doesn't work. My friend does the same, she understand what I'm going through. I act as if I'm not affected while I'm at home. They don't question the smoke stench, they think my friend's mom smokes, they don't know it's me. They want to know why my coats have burns on them, they don't know its from a cigarette I was smoking. They tell me to stop ruining my coats bec