I quit smoking this year. It was my first attempt, and the first time I had ever gotten close to even wanting to.
I enjoy smoking. I always have. I am aware of the dangers, and I am classically cliche in that I continued without abatement.
To be very honest, the desire to quit was actually a need to, as a result of a very intense cold that sidelined me for a few weeks.
I lasted 3 weeks before I succumbed again to this habit, this vice.
I wanted the stress-relief I attributed to smoking, and I told myself that the level of stress I was feeling was enough of a reason to continue.
Apparently it was.
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