I quit smoking cigarettes for the hundredth time yesterday. And I'm cranky.
Last time I quit it lasted for 3 years, so I know I can live life without the fuckers. But I'm tired.
Slept for 15 hours yesterday trying to avoid the cravings. Woke up wanting to smoke. Writing in short phrases with no subjects. Ugh.
I know I shall persevere. But in the meantime, here i sit, sucking on tampon-looking nicotrol inhalers that cost us $200. Fucking insurance won't pay to help you quit smoking; they'd rather pay for your lung cancer because in the end it means a shortened lifespan.
I don't want to be a statistic. But I don't want to be an addict anymore, again, and/or forever.
Oops....one day at a time, or in my case -- one second at a time. Breathe in....breathe out.
Waa waa waa, poor me.
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