Sunday, February 14, 2010
This is how I feel some nights. Especially the nights where everyone around me is smoking. Giving in would be pretty easy. And some days I wish I hadn't started this because I'm so used to giving in to it. I've tried so many times to quit but then find any excuse in the book to have one. Just got done eating a big meal. Just got done with work. Just woke up. It's (insert day of week here). But I know if I tried to quit without something to occupy my head for a few minutes I'd be choking someone in public or indiscriminately firing off knuckle babies on a public bus. The physical cravings have mostly subsided. I am now engaged in a war against my brain and nearly 15 years of destructive habits.