One of these days.

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So I have to start small. Otherwise, I'm torturing myself, and I'm not into torture. Today I have begun to try and give up smoking. Ugh, do I have to? And whatever! Cigarettes have been everything I need them to be and then some. At a new job and sitting with coworkers with nothing to say? Light a cigarette. Hungry and too far from a break? Light a cigarette. Bored and want smoke in the eye? Light a cigarette. Mad at the disgruntled customer who's been to McDonalds five hundred times and still cant decide what to get? Light a cigarette. But anywho, Today I've cut back to five cigarettes. This may not seem like much but I usually smoke a pack(20) a day. They warned me, all of my elders. If you start it's harder and harder to quit the longer you smoke. But they told me if I didn't stop, my face was going to stay like that, too and it did not. And jeez it is torture. It feels like someone is making me punish myself. And I want to go to my room and slam the door. So cheer me on and I'm going to start. Opps. I mean stop, slowly one at a time. Day by day, or week by week. Cause nobody's rushing me. That would only get my back up.