First off my Aunt died and then my uncle her husband had to go to Er. Then I went to the flea market my mother. The owner of the flea market ask me for a cigarette. I said I don't smoke and have no had one in almost 13 days. The devil was at work. I felt a lot of emotion. Like how dare you ask me if I have a cigarette. Then when I said I don't smoke I felt like a lier. Because I guess I really haven't told myself that I'm not a smoker. But I did not smoke Thur any of this. I am proud of myself.
