The packs already declares the most menacing threats of death and torture to me, I've gotten used to it. Short of making the packs out of old, black and a gooey lungs themselves, I think I'm immune against pretty much anything that can be thrown at me.
I know it's -very- unhealthy, I know it's an exceptionally stupid thing to do, like all drugs. But I'm quitting when -I- want to, and all the whining really only makes me want to hang on to the habit out of spite.
I don't smoke right at entrances or in a crowded tram stop, I'd never smoke indoors, I don't smoke when I'm near children and I take care to discard the cigarette butts properly. I'm not a flippin' monster.
I know it's -very- unhealthy, I know it's an exceptionally stupid thing to do, like all drugs. But I'm quitting when -I- want to, and all the whining really only makes me want to hang on to the habit out of spite.
I don't smoke right at entrances or in a crowded tram stop, I'd never smoke indoors, I don't smoke when I'm near children and I take care to discard the cigarette butts properly. I'm not a flippin' monster.