missinquisitive
I hate the smell of cigarettes. It's just a simple promise to lung cancer. My mom smokes. Her ineffable love for paper rolled drugs surprises me. I just cannot understand, what sort of pleasures makes a person willing to risk their health for.
Mom, please live healthily.
I use this word often to replace manners. I also value my principles of etiquette a lot. People who bump into me without saying 'excuse me' I often looked at with disgust. And those who don't say the basic 'Thank you's or 'you're welcome's I have more distaste for.
Everyone has something that is considered a 'plague' to them. May it be a burden, a disease, a problem, or even an issue. Mine is my inability to let go. My low self esteem that is causing so much heart ache whenever I encounter people. I need some confidence juice.