i'm so fucking pissed that i've let cigarettes take over my life. i'm fucking over it. i've tried to quit so many times and i always mess up. i'm giving it another go today. i had one cigarette this morning and just felt horrible when i came inside. even though i smoke outside, it's still on me when i hold my daughter. it's just a matter of not being so damn selfish about it.
i had one cigarette left in my pack and i just threw it out. sure i could have had that one last cigarette, but that thought is what always keeps me from quitting.
also, my husband smokes. i'm hoping he will try to quit with me since i know he wants to, but if he doesn't...this is going to be really fucking hard.