saitaina | This…sucks.

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All right, Cigs are gone, ashtrays hidden, candy ready. Tomorrow is the Great American Smoke out and this time…I will quit.

This will be my non smoking diary so prepare for rants and raves and a lot of bitching as we take this journey together. Oh gods I already have a headache. Proof that withdrawal is all in your head.

1.15am: Okay, I have now reached for my pack of cigs (which are, by the way, torn into little bity pieces and in a dumpster soaking wet) twice in a row, without even thinking about it. Geeze you would think when I resoved to quit it would last longer then a few hours…my body had betrayed me, no more candy for it.

4.35am: Alright, I caved. I had the last ciggerette in my house. And yes, I could attempt to rationalize it and say that it was a celebratory ciggy, the last one I would ever smoke…but no. I slipped. And it’s going to make tomorrow that much harder, but I’ll do it.