I have two Camel lights cigarettes, left to go.
I am looking at them on my Wacom art tablet, and I pray and again I pray. These will be the last two cigarettes I will smoke for the rest of my life.
I tried quitting, and failed. I get fustrated, confused and my wellness flips. I have that feeling I do not like... the feeling of tension, with flu like symptom, and I get so angry easily. The withdrawal symptoms feels like its sucking my health and sanity away.
I want to quit but I am afraid if I do I will hurt someone, emotionally and possibly physically.
Patches and gum, I have tried them all. But sometimes with the gum in my mouth and the patch on my skin. Its not feeding me enough, I want more, what a cigarette can offer. The feeling of the filtered end on my mouth, and I drag the smoke off. Its a feeling I cannot resist.
When I try to quit, my road seems like mountains to get over to the other side. I just want to prove my body... the grass is much greener on the other side without cigarettes once we climb over those jagged mountains.