Last night I found this cigarette in my car and I considered smoking it. I actually had the thoughts; I'll just smoke this one, and no one will know. Thoughts I have heard others talk about and I always judged them as silly. Of course it won't be just one, and so what if no one knows. But I found I had the same exact thoughts. Then I had another thought. I knew how bad that cigarette would taste. And I didn't want it. The addiction was still strong tho. I threw that cigarette right down on the wet road. I'm not proud of throwing it on the road, but I forgave myself for that. It was the right expression for me in the moment.
