I relapsed about a month ago.
I was about two and a half months smoke-free.
I could blame my failure on a number of things.
Stress.
Dieting.
Hurricane Ike.
[which devastated my hometown]
But, really, it is all my fault.
And I know it is because I am not ready to quit.
I haven't really decided that it is truly the best thing for me.
I still want to smoke.
But I am trying to stop.
I haven't had a cigarette in three days.
I don't like the things that come along with it.
Sitting alone
Smelly clothes
The smelly car
Ashes everywhere
Knowing it is bad for me
Constant fear of offending someone
The bad feeling I get when little girls look at me
I just don't know as of now.