Okay...so my boyfriend has been trying to coax me for months now to stop...but smoking since I was fourteen, you can imagine it has become a serious habit and a serious security blanket. I need mucho supporto as they say in Mexico. I have no idea how I'm going to do this, but I need success stories-lots of them...more than that I need gruesome details of lung cancer. When I met my boyfriend, I knew that day that I was going to grow old with him-by that I mean WANTED TO. I can't if I don't quit smoking, but it's just not that easy...I don't want to die a slow, painful, pitiful death. I want to die in an amazing accident-sky diving or saving a child or in a third-world country bettering the lives of others...but this habit is tieing me down to a whole lot of nothing. I look forward to hearing responses, so please post lots of them.
On a side note? AH I can't wait to smell good again! (Not that I even remember not smelling like smoke)
Hannah
