|Current mood:|| lonely|
|Current music:||none whatsoever|
This is my third attempt on quitting smoking. I am 10 hours in. Damn what a bitch. I don't know if I can do this. This craving is killing me and I don't think I can drink anymore water. Oh man...is this the right thing to do? Of course it's the right thing to do. Cigarettes give you cancer and kill your cardiovascular system. I sure miss inhaling the wonderful, nicotine filled smoke. It makes me feel so good. Why am I torturing myself? Is it for a greater good? What greater good? I'm trying to change something in my life. Something I actually have the power to change. Am I ready? Who knows if I'll ever be ready. Might as well do it now. If I don't stop I'll start smoking a pack a day as usual. All I know is that I'm 10 hours in. Smoke free. This nicotine craving is killing me ( like an annoying itch I can't scratch ) and I'm dying for a cigarette I can't have. Well at least I'm not depressed about a lack of girlfriends. That's probably the last thing on my mind. But suddenly I feel sad. Shouldn't have opened that door. Lock it up man...