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I know all the reasons not to smoke. I know it's dangerous, unhealthy, smelly, expensive and it's not big or clever in any way. But today I reeeeeaaaalllllyyyyyyy want a smoke. It's no fun feeling like this, because you think that everything will be better if you just get a lungful of lovely toxic, tarry goodness. And that's bollocks, of course it won't make everything better, in fact it will make everything worse because on top of all your other stresses you then feel like a total bloody failure with all the willpower of an anaemic mosquito who's given up bloodsucking for lent. Rubbish.