Black

It's quite late. Very late, some would say. I ended up sitting in front of my computer. I promised myself I'd try to go to bed early today.
I would like to smoke. I quit a long time ago, but sometimes the anguish, the suffering, the pain simply are too strong to resist.
And so I puffed.
I feel tired, but something keeps me from going to bed.It's not the cigarette, it's not the conversations... Idon't know why, but I'm afraid of sleeping tonight. Irrational, I know, but that's that.