I don't miss having to plan ahead for having enough cigarettes for the next 24 hours.
I don't miss having to carry a couple of extra things with me.
I don't miss having to worry about it at all.
I don't miss that I do not have a callous on my thumb, from flicking my bic anymore.
A couple of days ago, I tried to take a count of how many times a day I think about having a cigarette. It's down to 3 or 4 moments/reminders. That's all. No real urge to get back into that pool. As they say, ish.
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I quite March 21, 2005.
And still I crave.
*sigh*
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