It’s bothering me. I’m not going to lie and say that it’s nothing and I’m not affected by it. I don’t know if it can be called a ‘lashing’ but it doesn’t matter anymore, not gonna argue – whether or not I deserved it.
If you think that there’s a point in time where I’d actually turn to smoking, then you don’t know me enough.
There’s no way I’ll ever turn to cigs, shisha or whatever crap that’s available in this world. I’m confident enough to say that I’d rather die than smoke or being forced to smoke. I never once harbour the thoughts of inviting that kind of addiction into my life.
And if you’re one of those who did manage to read my previous entries (now set to ‘privately published’), I wasn’t talking about myself succumbing to bad influence, temptation. I was talking about someone else.
So maybe that’s why I didn’t think I should be hearing such things from you. But after staying awake the whole night, staring at the ceiling, thinking it through…I know you didn’t mean any harm. And I’m not gonna blame you for misunderstanding me.
Nevertheless, I’m sorry if I made you angry or whatever it’s called. But you know I wouldn’t try to explain if I didn’t care.
I guess I screwed up again.