I want a cigarette.
There's no bones about it anymore. I want one and I want one now.
I'm trying not to put on my patch because I won't be wearing it for very long today while I'm out and about, but I might need to.
I just want one smoke. Just one. This is the hardest point I've come to. Everyone says to wait out the cravings and they'll go away. This one isn't. It's really, really bad.
I hope to stay strong, but I worry I won't. More to come later.
UPDATE 11:35 P.M.
No, I didn't smoke - but I didn't trust myself enough either to go without the patch today, so I put it on.
I have a migraine, but otherwise I made it. Deep breaths. It's nice to know I will make it to 96 hours. Kind of scary though too.
I'm nervous about school tomorrow - and am hoping the rain continues so there are fewer smokers outside at York, but I think it is a challenge I am ready for. What better way to celebrate Day 5 of being smoke free than facing temptation right in the face? Oh yeah, smoking would be.
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