Yes, I had to look at a calendar and count my days of freedom (DOF) today. It's only been August 27th - September 28 but I had to do the count. Why? Because I sooooooooooooooooooo wanted a cancer stick for just a flash.
N.O.P.E Screw you, not gonna get me, have me, go *f* yourself. Count...
All good. Phew.
It came as quick as it went.
I know it's different for everyone but it's really not... we are all addicts. My desire for a smoke isn't any less a desire than yours. I acknowledge I'll be doing this for years to come if that's what it takes, I'm OK with it:
Rob me of my breath
Rob me of my life
Make me smell
Take away my muscle tone
Wrinkle my mouth
Dry out my hair and nails
Stink up my car
Rob me of kisses and hugs
Make me suicidal
N.O.P.E
I'll take what I can get now that the veil is lifted.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to see what my blessings truly are.
Cigarette, Go *F* Yourself.
