People love making promises. They have the resolve to be resolved about an issue. But there's just no will to see it through. Like kicking the habit of smoking. It's looking like it's harder for the people who've just about started smoking for a couple of years to kick the habit than people who've been at it for at least a couple of decades.

There's some forbidden thrill to watching the smoke curl past your lips and nostrils, isn't there. There looks like there's some redemption in the acrid smoke burning through your insides to consume your body, slowly. The sheer numbers of teens who are making it look like they were all born Humphrey Bogarts with the cigarette (in their case not dear old Humphrey's...HE had a cigar!) clamped between their lips.

Young smokers make it appear that there's some lost and forgotten greatness to watching yourself turn into the image of the smoker. Black lips, greying teeth, the puffy face and the unusual weight patterns. There's little to counter the fad and there are people who are happy to support the insanity making it look like there's nothing better than the way life looks through the blue-grey haze of the smoke. They seem to revel in the nauseating stench of the smoke as it clings to them: their clothes, their skin, their possessions, their thoughts. They have it made for them, don't they, when they begin to shake and shiver when they haven't been able to get those precious drags off their potent "elixir" of life. They believe that the killer smoke will save them from their lives.

It's nigh impossible to see that there are lesser evils that help you battle all the "tremendous stress and frustration" that comes as a package deal with the life of an average teenager. They have their justifications that keep them more alive than their cigarettes and their smokes keep them more satisfied than a whole lot of other more fatal things. Tell them that they're going to die and all they can say is that they know. "Temptation" has always found herself to be the scapegoat in the situation and "peer pressure" lends it's assistance to every sentence of justification. There's nothing more infuriating than the hold of the blasted cigarettes on them. They'll promise to change. They'll be proud when they do. They'll make vows to keep people happy and then, at the drop of a hat they are enticed by the invitingly obnoxious tendrils of smoke that infiltrate their minds and make them slaves to the habit.

Smoke it all away...if you don't earn yourself, then it's the best way to LITERALLY burn away the money that once belonged to your parents that now goes to fund your suicide, your slow, painful suicide. Look beyond your own cravings; there are other people if not you who value your lives...