I feel like shit; tired, nauseous, flat, sweaty, vague, dizzy, weak and, maybe, just a little depressed.
The first week is always a killer.
Withdrawing? No fucking shit, Sherlock!
I'm going to bed.
That's 120 cigarettes I haven't smoked, though... so it's not all bad. And I haven't felt like having one, not really. My mind has played tricks on me, sure, but it has only been fleeting.
My ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriends (I have two of each) have all called and given me encouragement. Got to love 'em for that.
1 comment:
It's a roller coaster but it's worth it.
I did it 30 years ago and I would probably have been dead if I hadn't.
I'm with you :-)
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