I have a confession to make. I’ve been smoking for the past two years and I’m an addict at the young age of seventeen. At first I smoked just on occasion but then a habit formed and now it’s the first thing I do when I get up in the morning. People say I should just quit but you have to go through it to understand it. When I quit I go through constant mental and physical torture. When I’m feeling lonely I find comfort in my Parliament Lights. They can seem like my only friend. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m most likely going to die from this and the sad part is, I’m okay with that. Instead of giving up my addiction I’ve already planned my fait at the young age of seventeen.