Made it to day six by some miracle. The moment I got up I started coughing and coughing. Really pissed me off because I thought that was the whole point of quitting; to get rid of the smoker’s cough. But as I’ve mentioned before, not having money doesn’t give one much choice even if they did want to smoke. My concern is when I get my check in a couple days. Will I run out and get a pack of smokes? Or will I continue a smoke free life? It’s a very important decision.
Okay. I better use some kind of tool to chill out, because I’m ready to smash something. This is why I want to give up giving up. The mental and physical withdrawal is so damn unpleasant I just don’t care anymore about quitting. Urges pass. So I’ve read. Well this urge is lasting a little too long.
Started doing dishes to keep busy, but after a while I had to stop because I knew I was going to throw something. So, thought I would sit down here and write again. Touch typing keeps my fingers busy and I like the feeling of hitting the keys. Gee. I’m in a aggressive mood.
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